Valerie marched purposefully towards the King's chamber. His eyes glowed with anger, hands clenched at his sides, and his body radiated tension. The morning's events lingered in his mind, replaying with vivid details every time he closed his eyes.
Nothing pissed Valerie off the most than the helplessness when Aldric's shadows fell on them, cutting off every source of light and plunging them into darkness. Terror had seized him and he couldn't even do anything until the panicked voices roused him. Then he thought about his mother and cold shivers washed over him at the thought of losing his mother. Queen Fae might not be affectionate but she was still his mother.
