“You’re right.” I forced the words out. “An heir with only one-fifth the queen’s magic might be weak indeed.” And that could explain the pathetic, inconsistent pull I sensed from her. Lyall was wise, and he was right. We needed to shape Gloriana into the queen we needed her to be instead of being disappointed with the clay we’d dug up. We had no other choice. The Fae needed her too much.
Now you see it.....still an ass tho
