Book Four: Chapter 123

The faeire queen wasn’t having it. The dwarves had trespassed on the wyrm’s territory and were clearly at fault. She sent them away with a promise not to cook them up as a stew for the wyrm for wasting her time. When she sat down, she cast a weary gaze over the congregation.

“Despite hundreds, if not thousands of years of life, I am constantly surrounded by squabbling children. If only I could tell them to grow up, but alas.” The queen sighed and looked over at Cecilia. “How are you feeling today?”

“Lonely, bored and frustrated, Your Majesty.” Cecilia shifted in her seat, causing it to sway.

“Your dear, sweet Mike is sure taking his time.”

“Through no fault of his own. Time flows differently here.” Cecilia was tired of this game. Once every few weeks, the queen would mention that Mike had yet to return, but Cecilia knew better. She was more afraid that one day, the queen would come to her and tell her a hundred years had passed and Mike was dead and gone. The