For most of my life, I couldn’t wait to escape the Seelie Royal Court and figure out who I was outside of it. It felt so stifling being a Princess and having that define my identity, I needed to figure out who I was outside of my Royal Title.
Eventually, when I wanted to go back, I couldn’t, because I had to keep my identity protected, so I could protect my child. Now, I’m back albeit under the cover of this fake charity event, and I’m so close to my childhood home and all I want to do is go back to it and feel the comfort of those familiar four walls and the memories we created within them, but I can’t.
Sighing with a longing that I didn’t know I had for my childhood home, I turn my focus onto the relationships that I need to repair with the Fae I’ve hurt in my life. If I can leave this
