With Spring the Erlking returned to the Court of Autumn. From where? Most people didn't know and he preferred to keep it that way. His winter break was a time both he and the Court needed in which to rest, to be themselves, and forget the hardship of the rest of the year. But Spring, as lovely as it was to see things come back into bloom, brought with it the yoke of work and it wasn't just Midir that was feeling it more keenly this year. The balance of Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Night and Day it was... shifting. It was a sensation that was hard to describe to a fae who had not paid homage to Autumn. But his people felt it in their bones. It made them look over their shoulders when they walked home at night, made a father lash out at his children's well meaning questions, made a husband stay drinking longer at the tavern. It was an edge whetted to a razors point and ready for blood.
Midir was not sure where exactly that honed blade would plunge. He glanced at the notes on his desk.
On the one hand there was the glaring issue of the Night Court. The civil war in recent months had begun to pick up and reports were coming in of kidnappings and forced oath swearing. It was not just his court taking in refugees from fae who had managed to escape but there was little he could do for those who had Sworn. The war was soon to spill out and consume more Courts as the two Princes fought for a broken and twisted crown.
But then, there was Summer. A Court who troubled him far more. Unlike the Night Court they did not wear their evil on their sleeves but moved in the shadows. If the whispers he had heard were true his niece had killed King Oberon and several other High Lords in different Courts as a part of her game. The girl had stopped replying to his letters too and by what Raphael reported from his spies she hadn't been seen outside the Palace for longer.
"Sire?"
Midir glanced up from his parchment to the slender sidhe standing in his doorway. Her wings quivered when she felt the weight of his gaze on her.
"Y-your son is here to see you."
Midir was not sure where exactly that honed blade would plunge. He glanced at the notes on his desk.
On the one hand there was the glaring issue of the Night Court. The civil war in recent months had begun to pick up and reports were coming in of kidnappings and forced oath swearing. It was not just his court taking in refugees from fae who had managed to escape but there was little he could do for those who had Sworn. The war was soon to spill out and consume more Courts as the two Princes fought for a broken and twisted crown.
But then, there was Summer. A Court who troubled him far more. Unlike the Night Court they did not wear their evil on their sleeves but moved in the shadows. If the whispers he had heard were true his niece had killed King Oberon and several other High Lords in different Courts as a part of her game. The girl had stopped replying to his letters too and by what Raphael reported from his spies she hadn't been seen outside the Palace for longer.
"Sire?"
Midir glanced up from his parchment to the slender sidhe standing in his doorway. Her wings quivered when she felt the weight of his gaze on her.
"Y-your son is here to see you."