48: The Fate of the Realm
“Magister Diarmaid. What ails you?” the Faerie Queen asks her High Mage as he rushes into the Throne Room, ignoring all the usual protocols for when Court is in session. By some stroke of luck, the Queen appears to be between audiences, but Magister Diarmaid doesn’t care whether or not he’s interrupting anyone or anything. Saoirse, Rhys, and the Flower Guard linger in the doorway, having more qualms than the High Mage about bursting into Court uninvited. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, but we need to speak with you immediately,” he pants, a bit out of breath and eyes still wild with strategic notions and fear. “We? Ah, I see you’ve brought…. Yes, I will see you now. Would you prefer a private audience?” “It matters not. The Court must learn our news eventually, likely sooner rather th
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