Chapter 36: Fae Pit of Hell

Avery

I chewed on my fingernail as Darrius' words about an assassination plot stomped around in my mind. Even though I'd only been a queen for a few days, didn't mean that I knew what the hell I was doing or that there wasn't unrest with me on the throne. Doubtful the Seelie and many of the Unseelie liked the fact I was striving for peace between the kingdoms. 

I'd been wrong about the Fae. And maybe the Seelie and Unseelie were mistaken about each other too. I didn't think either side was wholly evil or wholly good. 

And I owed it to the Unseelie who raised me to see this through. I sat on my bed, wrapping my arms around my knees as I remembered my mom's smile. How she loved singing off-key and said the songs were the wrong pitch. Or how she always made sure I had books to read and we'd spend hours in the library and go home with our arms full. And how we always split dessert whenever we ate at a fancy restaurant for my birthday and made our own Christmas decorations every year.