Chapter Ninety-Nine.
The orange glow from the dying embers of the fire in Fitz and Eliza’s bedchamber did little to comfort the new queen. Normally warmth, and fire made her feel relaxed and safe, but there was nothing that night that could bring Eliza peace. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, as Fitz stroked the lengths of her long white hair.
“Is there any news from the border warriors?” the queen of the snow wolves asked, not for the first time during the sleeping hours.
“Not yet my angel. I will tell you immediately they mind link me,” Fitz sighed. He too was filled with concern for the warriors he had sent into the Fae Kingdom. He had hoped that they would have returned before the palace arose for breakfast, and the busyness of the day. However, his late arriving Wa
