Book Four: Chapter 199

“Please. I’ve seen the humans and how they fawn over Oberon and his host. The king has fallen in love with the human world at the detriment of our own.” She smacked her hand on the armrest of her throne and rose. “What is it about the human world that seduces our kind, even our very own king? What can be so wonderful about them that he would willingly stay away?”

“He says the people love him.” The messenger ducked his head in fear as the queen’s fist lit up with emerald light. She spun out of her throne and slammed her fist into the empty throne next to hers, causing it to explode.

“But I love him,” she cried. “Is my love not good enough? What of the love of our people, our children?”

On the ground, the real queen was shrieking in agony as she was forced to relive her worst days. More images flitted by of another king of music, one who would drive people to scream in his very presence. Mike recognized the singer immediately, but also recognized the silhouette of Ob