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Sindri walked the halls of the light court in a mood completely opposite of his surroundings. Finding his aunt in the dining room he sat down at the table and greeted her succinctly. Her surprised expression clued him in on exactly how unlike himself he was behaving. “I would ask what is troubling you, or have you not acclimated to Raerdel’s days at the dark court yet?” The Queen was polite but concerned. “She woke last night and was not herself. Not in a metaphoric sense, but literally was not herself. The voice coming from her mouth was not hers and her actions were not her own.” Sin’s fist balled at the remembering of the incident. This morning it had been all he could do to allow her to travel back to the dark court without knowing who or what was at the bottom of her possession the
