“Stop calling me the king, it feels weird,” I mumbled, picking up my mug. Gillie laughed. “But you are. Seelie King. Seelie Ruler. What other names will you have, I wonder?” I blinked as Ogma’s low, raspy voice suddenly slithered through my head. I licked my lips. “Ogma called me the Hunter King. And the Oak King.” My mouth quirked. “She called me the thrice-lived king too, actually.”
