Hoarfrost coated the grass, crunching beneath Emilia’s boot as the paced the grounds outside of the Healing Guild. The King should be here any moment, squeezing in a last minute meeting with his daughter-in-law after a grueling morning of audiences with his financial advisers and a merchant petitioning to expand his shopfront onto public land.
Well, Emilia had her own petition to make of the King.
In the weeks following the Solstice, Emilia had thrown herself into researching curses and the long-lasting effects a cursed fay would endure. Some curses were fairly mild, and those who found themselves under the power of those hexes could live a -mostly- normal life. A person could still possibly run a business, have a good marriage, raise a family. They may have lost their sense of taste,
