He’d seemed so big then, this legend given Fae form, this inaccessible, unattainable object of my most foolish desires. And yet now, as I looked at him drinking from that tiny fucking tea cup, tittering with this vapid woman he didn’t even know and placing her at his side for nothing more than money and influence, I felt I was seeing him clearly at last. I was just a thing to him. I’d never been special. I was a toy to chew up and discard at will. A soldier to send to face her death time and again.
