Book Four: Chapter 39

It was hard to figure out which angered the queen more. The idea of a banshee falling in love with a human, or that of a human gaining access to faerie magic.

“Hmm.” The queen regarded her coolly, as she did every time they had this discussion. Sometimes it was days, or even months between these chats, and the queen would occasionally pontificate for hours before getting to the point.

Cecilia held her breath, waiting for the question that was coming.

“Would you like me to fix you?”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“As you wish, silly child.” The queen smirked and turned her throne around. Raising her hands, she clapped twice, and the day’s proceedings began with selkies flying through the waterfall and bringing the queen news of the outside world. Servants appeared, too, scurrying about as they provided refreshments for every creature, from the common brownie and the tylwyth teg to the noble families themselves. Some came for the parties, others for the political in