“This is why I decimate anyone who even thinks of taking my crown. I would die before I ever touched a dead fish, let alone—” “Here,” Isera suddenly calls. Since I’m assuming that she’s talking to me, I turn towards her. A dead fish smacks into the side of Orion’s face. The riverbank goes utterly silent. I gape at the Unseelie King as the dead fish falls down from his cheek to hit his shoulder before landing on the grass right next to his fancy shoes. For a moment, no one moves. No one even breathes. I swear the river itself stops flowing. Then Orion slowly turns towards Isera. “Sorry.” She
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