69: New Adventure
“She flew directly into the face of the eternal enemy of the fae, but she can’t bear to face a party?” Elowen remarks, more surprised than anything else. “She lived in a noble household in the mortal realm,” Rhys explains, “and she hated it.” “The Duke and Duchess of Chrysanthemum aren’t the only ones here who would use her, or any of us, for their own gain,” Bergljot adds ominously. “But she knows, first-hand, what that’s like, and…running away from that is what brought her—us—to the fae realm in the first place.” “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m happy to tell them exactly where they can shove their self-interested scheming,” Seamus fumes. “This is not the time or the place for that kind of poppycock.” “Agreed. It’s a huge insult to those we’ve lost,” Myghal concurs. “If
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