“Flower Guard here to see you, Your Majesty,” Peigi informs the Faerie Queen, who is sitting in her study, going through correspondence from her deputies in various regions of the Fae Realm.
“Is it urgent?” the Queen inquires. The reports from regions near Drooghnarii are not good, and she should like to be left alone to contemplate a plan for how best to proceed.
“Quite. She comes from Magister Diarmaid, Your Majesty, and seems most distressed.”
“Show her in, then.” What ills befall us now? she wonders. And how long before the Terror of Blackened Name makes its move? How long before the Great Reckoning?
“Thank you for receiving me, Your Majesty,” Elowen greets the Queen with a bow, hovering in the same doorway Peigi occupied moments ago.
“What news do you bring?” the Queen replies, h
