He spins a lock of the curly hair between his fingers. “You will be Queen one day. I guess I cannot shield you forever. I just know the anxiety the memories cause you.”
Remembering the purple wings and gnarled claws of the beast that tried to kill me, my heart rate rises. “The kobold have returned?”
Staring at the flames, he rubs his hand down his pant leg. “Several anchor crystals that support our Faerie Ring have disappeared. We believe a mutant kobold took them. Soldiers found footprints near a cave in the wood on the eastern side of the kingdom.”
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