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“Excellent.” Cecily smiled. “I love a bit of mandated fun. Having your guests try to decide whether they’re at a party or a hostage situation is an underrated parlor game, in my opinion.”
“Wait,” she said, holding up her hand. “You just… replaced a baby?” Never in a million years would Theo be described as motherly, but even that seemed beyond the pale.
Theo knew the king had been well-liked, but the fairy next to her was admiring the image of Redren like he had decreed every one of his subjects would be given absolution of all sins and a puppy.
“Unlike people with fairy ancestry, changelings in the human realm are not readily accepted. People tend to think they’re strange, or unnerving, or uncanny, and don’t generally like being around them. Though, I can’t blame them. If a wolf wearing a sheep’s very lovely dress told me it was simply a sheep, I’d be a bit suspicious, too.”
“They weren’t exactly criminal masterminds. I’ve seen spoons sharper than those two.”
“Ah yes, Aimon: the crème de la crème of bootlicking. Yours must be sparkling.”
