Forty-six:
Emma Endless
“How are we doing this?” I asked Tatiana.
We were still in the dungeon. But we were no longer in the cells. “Once we get out of here, away from the iron, I should be able to have control of the palace,” Tatiana replied.
“Control of the palace?” I said. “What do you mean?”
“The palace is alive,” Tatiana replied, “most of it. Except for the dungeon. But the palace is made of earth. Faerie is spring, summer, fall, and winter. The Lords and Ladies are all given power over those domains. But Oberon and I….we rule everything. We are all of the seasons at once. The palace is an extension of us. As long as we live, the palace exists.”
“So, what happens to the palace if you don’t exist?” I asked.
Tatiana smiled at me. “I can’t give away a
