“It wasn’t my curse to remove. That was Modron, the one who looks back. She’s the one who loathes the Seelie.” “What are you talking about?” “No one wanted her around,” Queen Mab said, ignoring my question. “Can you blame them? The woman was a poison, spilling everyone’s secrets. Long ago, the king banished her from court, and she unleashed the frozen mantle of winter on the kingdom. She sent the Erlkings and the dragons from her home in the woods to torment the Seelie. They must kill her to lift the curse. It has nothing to do with me.”
If I was the Unseelie queen I would simply send soldiers to kill Modron and take the credit for lifting the curse
