Book Eight: Chapter 30

“Your Majesty.” Cecilia performed a small curtsy, then started talking. The others in the court leaned forward with interest and glee, so eager to hear what secrets she may spill that it likely never occurred to them that they had already missed the biggest one of all.

Hours passed, and Cecilia spoke without end. Where Sulyvahn had been pragmatic in his storytelling, Cecilia embellished her own. She didn’t just share the events that had occurred in her presence, but the emotions she had experienced as well. Several of the fae regarded her with newfound interest, but others displayed disgust. In their eyes, she was tainted.

The banshee didn’t care. She was in love, and that’s what mattered most of all.

After what felt like days, Cecilia reached the end of her narration. The Queen stood tall and turned her attention to the court.

“Well?” she asked, clearly seeking their feedback. The fae muttered amongst themselves, but nobody responded directly. The Queen stil