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The blackened gravel of Sheketh crunched under her small, hurried steps, each jolt sending a sharp ache through the cuff at her wrist. Iron. A cruel thing to a fae. Esper’s gaze stayed fixed on the ground, dark volcanic dust and jagged rock reflecting none of the warmth she craved. Her fire...

Each year, the Royal Family of Dalriada outdone themselves. This year was no exception. The Royal Gala had been in full swing for hours in the gardens of the Great Keep at the heart of Oban, and everyone who was anyone was in attendance. The King and Queen would have had themselves shone in a...