Ariella
The Seelie Court was a place of pure magic and power.
A castle and town of glistening crystal that shined different colours depending on how the light hit them. Peaks and spires jutted out of what resembled an enormous broken geode of mountains and forest, lined with sprawling streets of polished stone.
The throne room itself was no different.
A glistening spiked seat of crystal sat on a set of grand shining marble stairs, overlook a circular room of crystal pillars and faerie lights dazzling the walls, casting bright blues and soft pinks across the room.
King Obren, ruler of the Faeries, sat on the throne, his amethyst eyes no different than his daughters who stood beside him.
Dolan still holding her hand.
"You've entered the Veil without permission," Obren drawled, a
