Wings of Starlight

by Allison Saft

What kind of queen would she be if she turned away from the suffering of even the smallest of her subjects?

“Clarion.” He said her name like a plea. “Weighed against your life, they are nothing to me. I would make that trade every time.”

Fear was not only raw, instinctual terror, or death nipping at your heels. It was this, too: despair.