FAE’S DESTRUCTION
LOCHLAN: TWO MONTHS LATER
A treaty was a promise, a vow, binding in magic. Those who broke the ancient agreements would see themselves lose something they held dear.
Power.
Lochlan had seen it before. His parents were good rulers, faithful rulers, but they’d also been tied to Fargelsi in a treaty. When Brandon O’Rourke ruled the eternally beautiful kingdom, it worked. Fargelsi, Iskalt, and Eldur lived in harmony with queens and kings who didn’t only respect each other, they were friends. There was love in the fae realm back then, back before everything fell apart.
Lochlan stood on a stone balcony with one hand on the sculpted half wall surrounding it. From his vantage point, he could look out across the fields of Iskalt, untamed and wild, frozen.
He glanced behind h
