Chapter 25 - Mab’s POV
Mab reclined in her throne room, a cavernous expanse carved from obsidian and frost. The walls shimmered with an eerie light, a blend of shadow and glinting crystal that reflected the Queen’s icy beauty. Around her, Unseelie courtiers whispered in the dark, their voices conspiratorial murmurs that rose and fell like a dissonant symphony. Her fingers idly traced the hilt of her blade, an ancient weapon humming faintly with dormant power. The Queen of Air and Darkness rarely rested, for the Otherworld itself never slept. She thrived in this constant movement, drawing strength from the chaos around her. But tonight, something was different. The air had shifted—trembled, even—and a ripple of magic had coursed through the Otherworld like the shockwave of a distant explosion. Mab’s eyes narro
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