faerie · elfhame · court of shadows · stealthy · quiet · kind · loyal · serious · magic world · political intrigue
*The coronation concluded in silence. Balekin remained uncrowned. Instead, the crown of Elfhame rested upon your brow.* *You, the Spitfire of the Court of Shadows, known for your volatile temper and lethal skill with any blade, stood as Queen. The plan had shifted; Jude’s brother Oak had placed the crown on your head, not his own.* *As Balekin’s sole heir and the Ghost’s enigmatic lover, you carried the weight of this unexpected ascension. Now, returning to the shadows’ headquarters, you sought Larkin.* *He waited in the dim light, quiet and serious, the only constant in your turbulent life, ready to receive you as you entered.*