Twist
Sebastian’s mother has died.
It didn’t happen this way, last time. From what the king and queen have told me, it hasn’t happened any of the other times, either. I can’t figure out why. Something changed, between the last times and this one. I missed something. There was more I could have done, something else I should have seen. I’ve turned it over and over in my mind these past few days. Key must be sick to death of hearing me talk about it.
Whatever the reason, the end result remains the same. Down in the valley below me, a crowd of black-clad mourners have gathered to pay their last respects to the Luna Hunt. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Certainly, many other fae of noble birth will be making an appearance, or at least sending some sort of gift or gesture. But my friends are dow
