Day Eighty-One And A Mean Queen
Dear Diary,
When we last left my life, I was cuddled in Dare’s arms as he and I soared through the skies. It was a sweet time until a massive storm showed up.
Icy air blasts into us, throwing us backward. Snowflakes bite into every inch of my exposed skin. I’m about to suggest casting a spell to get past the storm when I hear it.
A familiar voice.
“DAAAAAAAAAAAARE!”
I know that tone. It’s Dare’s mother, Queen Saita. This is no ordinary storm. In fact, it’s not your standard bad weather of the magical variety, either.
This is Queen Saita’s doing.
We’re still in her realm, which means her magic is supreme.
Dare shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Calla.”
“It’s alright,” I say. And I mean it. Before, I suspected that Dare going on a magical quest would tick
