Donahue
My father's wishes came true. I let that sink in for a moment as the fae around us bowed again. Fraya straightens up next to me, lifting her chin and pushing her shoulders back. There is no smile on her face, but pride and joy is shining in her eyes. My heart beats loudly in my chest and I let it all sink in. A moment ago I was preparing myself to die. A moment ago, I drew my last breath. Just a moment ago, I was nothing, but Fraya didn't accept that. It is because of her that I am alive, that I am breathing when I should not. "Long live the King and Queen of Fairy!" The fae shouted as if we weren't at war just a moment ago. What changed in the time since that blade pierced my skin? How did we go from fighting for our lives, to celebrating life? My mind is running a mile a second
