CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CLARK ENDLESS
On the fourth day of our journey, that was the day Thaddeus decided to talk to me. We had made camp during the night again and were a day’s ride away from the Summer Court. I was in my tent, a large, private one, with enough room for a desk, and a bed, all magicked up by Autumn, Breeze, and fall.
I was going over paperwork, laws that needed to be rewritten, tax forms from the other courts. Despite my new pointed ears, and wings, being faerie King was surprisingly mundane for the most part.
I heard Thaddeus’s slow, heavy foot falls as the one-eyed Winter Court faerie came in. Snow fell over him, and only him, as if his powers sensed the advisor’s mood. “You wanted to see me, boy?” he asked, his voice deep, and gravelly.
There was something very An
