I’d agreed to become her consort because I really wondered if she’d try to destroy the Court.
But in my absence, she hadn’t acted like a tyrant or started beheading nobles. Rather, she’d carried on—business as usual.
Based on what I’d heard, the most tyrannical thing she had done was inform the Court she was cutting the number of social events in half to make up for a budget shortage.
No one dared to nay say her.
She won’t willfully destroy the Night Court…but her idea of ending the struggles for power is madness. She’s a threat to the Court still, because she’s going to change the game one way or another.
If I were a more idealistic fae, I’d dare to hope that she could save us all. But it’s too late for that.
“Rigel—are you listening?”
“You want me to thank the Paragon for the tea maker.”
“Precisely!”
I watched her organize her papers with a bunch of fuss, and something in me prickled. Before I thought twice about it, I said, “You don’t want me to kill anyone for bad wedding gifts?”
“No!” She gave me a reproachful look. “You are a bloodthirsty lion, aren’t you? You should drink some tea. I hear it’s calming.”
“Perhaps you ought to try it, then.”
“I would rather die!”
My lips shivered in an almost smile.
Yes, I married her to stop her if necessary. I never wanted it—neither did she, apparently—but at least she’ll be an amusing person to tease from now until it’s over.
The End
