IT WAS A COLD MORNING in the seelie realm, or maybe that was just the way that the warlock felt when the royal guards ( more or less politely ) insisted that he had to follow them. he had no idea what was going on, or where they planned on taking him, but he knew that it didn’t make sense to put up a fight. the new queen of the seelies was stronger than the last, or maybe she was more reckless, but one thing was for sure: if they wanted to make it out alive, they had to humor her. at least for now. leopold rolled his eyes when they shoved him toward the royal gardens ; his hands were tied to prevent him from using magic and it only increased his annoyance, but he began to understand when they took him closer toward a seelie that had to be the queen. he growled at her servant as they made him bow to her, even though she wasn’t facing them. “your majesty.” he nearly spat the words, attempting to straighten his posture. “it seems like your people believe that you want to see me.” why? he was one of the high warlocks, sure, but there had to be more important people she captured. ( @ncnducorduco )













