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The Fae were the hunters, and we were the prey, and anyone who thought otherwise was only lying to themselves.
“Right then. Well, good job. Very…” he paused, seeming to search for the word. “Dead. Death.”
“Is it because ‘Queen Lonnie’ sounds awful? Because I think we would all be sympathetic to you not wanting to hear that very often.”
As it was, the foundation of their world was crumbling. If a mere human could kill their king and take their throne, then what next?
frowned. There was that word again. Interesting. My eternal curse.
