Clare gazed blankly at the empty chair of the Fae Queen, unsure what to do or even say. She had been planning to ask the queen a lot more questions.
Instead, the queen had taken the crystal ball and disappeared, leaving her Sword to explain everything. What was the point in meeting them if the queen wasn’t going to hang around?
“Forgive her majesty.” Frey suddenly spoke out, also as if he had sensed her thoughts. “She may seem indifferent but the queen is a mother too… and the crystal was confirmation of her child’s death. It has taken its toll on her already weak body.”
Frey had a blank look on his face but his tone and eyes told another story, showing great sadness and grief. Still, his words surprised her.
“Weak body?” Clare murmured aloud.
The queen seemed to be the strongest pers
