Her Last Memory

She reached out and took his hands on hers, her grip firm and reassuring. "My father, your grandfather, wouldn't even teach me the blue flame no matter how many times I begged and humbled myself before him," She snorted, the memory a bruise to her ego. 

"Your grandfather believed that the blue flame was not for everyone. Of course, it wasn't," Queen Maeve seemingly concurred, or so Valerie thought. 

"It was meant for us. For the royal summer Faeries. It should have been the sign of the true heir. With such power, we would be able to change the course of this kingdom. The summer court would not be messed with. But then…" Her face took on a mocking tone, "Your grandfather decided I was not good enough. That the flame was not to be used to conquer, but to serve and to save. "

Valerie lifted a brow at that sentence. 

Queen Maeve laughed, "Don't worry, the old Fae was full of nonsense."