Glendora had done it. Her plan for the last fortnight had worked. Her budding retinue of spies' reports held true. And the moment her mount exited the ley lines within the borders of the Autumn Court she breathed a little easier. It helped that tonight the moons were full and high in the crisp night. Her breath left her mouth in steady steamed-puffs. And the moons' power was helping her keep her illusion up. Just small tweaks in her appearance. Hair a blonde-brown instead of silver. Eyes duller than their normal brightness. It was enough.
The princess knew it would be enough for tonight.
For the hunt.
Long fingers tightened on the reins as she heard the horn's call. A thrill of excitement rose within her chest and for the first time in many years she found a ghost of a smile spread along her jaw. If the reports from her spies held true, she would get some vengeance on the night court males during this hunt. And she was looking forward to cutting them down. With a spur of her boots, she urged her steed forward toward the group gathering for the hunt.
The princess knew it would be enough for tonight.
For the hunt.
Long fingers tightened on the reins as she heard the horn's call. A thrill of excitement rose within her chest and for the first time in many years she found a ghost of a smile spread along her jaw. If the reports from her spies held true, she would get some vengeance on the night court males during this hunt. And she was looking forward to cutting them down. With a spur of her boots, she urged her steed forward toward the group gathering for the hunt.