DragoShifs, Dark Fae, and Werewolves. Gnomes, Satyrs, and Forest Fae all gathered outside the Faerie Border, hopeful to glimpse the Tatiana before she presumably entered her homelands to never return. Catherine had to remain firm in her stance. Acceptance would be necessary if she wanted to save this world. It was the only thing she knew to start with. Where had she learned that motto? She wondered for a second before shaking the thought from her head. As she came to stand before all those onlookers, everyone seemed to hold their breath."I return to my homelands for now only. If the Counsel of Queens do not agree to my demands, negotiation will have to begin. I refuse to stand aside as higher classes reject those in lower classes." Catherine stated, using her Lias to access, making her voice louder for everyone. "You all matter, are all worthy of love. Times have changed."The people looked stunned at her statements, their eyes and jaws open in unconcealed shock. It w

Catherine is immortal. She would live forever with Silas by her side. But Gunther and Zion had a few hundred years with her before they faded away. Their goal was to use caution, so they would not put Gunther and Zion at risk. They were aware Catherine would chase after Silas and they would go with her, meaning their lives would be in danger. Especially in Faerie, because they did not know what waited on the other side of the gate. If they used silver, or Majyk, both her first and third husbands could be in trouble because of their natural disadvantage.Faerie were the most Majykally inclined of all the creatures on Erlias, with the strongest being the Tatiana and her Harlequin. But they did not know what affects Faerie would have on outsiders, since no one recalled much of the previous ruler. Catherine lifted her head in her hand, her elbow propping up on Zion's chest. Silas was already awake, his frustrated expression focused on another parchment in his hand. As if he could

She was busy. Gunther understood it and was told not to be selfish, yet here she was, staring expectantly at him. The Council of the Queens agreed to meet with her if she passes through the gate. But Catherine refused, stating the Council would need to come to her. She was headstrong and refused to bow to them, which made her shine brighter in his eyes. Since she came into her Majyk, she seemed like a different woman and it drove him wild. But he did not expect her to notice. He felt distant from her. Sure, he saw her every day, but her focus was on Silas and Zion, something that annoyed him greatly. Though he tried to not complain. Catherine had a lot of responsibilities when she was this close to the border of Faerie. That was what he tried to convince himself of, anyway. The more they laid under the moons of Erlias, her resting on his shifted form, these thoughts plagued him. "Do not let me ignore you, Gunther. If you want attention, let me know." She whispered, h

"Cathy, you cannot accommodate him like that. If it is too much, then say so." Silas's familiar voice rang in his head and he blearily opened his eyes. "Oh look. The Lizard is waking up!" "Silas..." Catherine started warningly, but the cool expression on his face had Gunther wincing.  "He needs to hear it at some point. You cannot go that far, Lizard. If Catherine spends too much of her Lias on us, the world gets off balance." The Fae ranted, listing things off with efficiency. "And I know your mating season is soon, but try to remember your wife just had pups." One look at her told him all he needed to know. He did not mean to push her that far, but he was so out of it, lost since their last time together, that all he could think about was her pleading expression. All he could see was her acceptance. The same acceptance he knew made her an attractive wife, yet never expected to receive. He loved her, but he hurt her. When her hands reached out to stroke

Fynn looked between Gunther and Catherine with annoyed, yellowish eyes, making her shift nervously. She hated being scrutinized by people who were strangers to her. But Gunther trusted him enough to bring her here, to his friend's unremarkably gray, rocky home, so perhaps she should give him the benefit of doubt. Fynn was a slimmer DragoShif who looked a little older than Gunther, but she did not know how old that was."You never found a den for your Intirmate?" Fynn questioned, drawing the gaze of everyone nearby. "Come inside."When she stepped through the entryway into the mountain, the first thing she noticed was how beautiful the place was. Instead of what she imagined as a cold, unforgiving room, the foyer was actually quite warm in its decor and gentle blues, so she breathed an inward sigh of relief. Fynn turned with a scowl on his face, and Catherine tilted her head at his strange expression. Was there something wrong?"Your father is sick. Rebels are ri