QUEEN HAILEY
The grand hall of the Ivory Citadel felt colder than usual.
I sat on my throne, my hands lightly gripping the armrests, but there was no comfort in the gesture. No sense of power. No reassurance. The crown upon my head felt heavier than it had in years, as though the weight of my choices had finally found a way to crush me.
The summons had been sent.
Jaden was coming.
Jermaine had answered from the Faes that he'd come back home.
Jackson…
I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly.
Still no word from him and Alexia at all.
A mother should not have to summon her own children like they were mere subjects to be called before a throne. A mother should not have to wonder if they will even answer.
Yet, that was what I had become.
Not just a queen. A mother in title alone.
And it
