Kingdom of Ash

Those red lips curved, revealing bone-
white teeth.
Cold licked down Dorian’s spine at the
pointed, delicate ears peeking above the
curtain of dark hair. Fae. The woman—female
was Fae.
She removed her cloak to reveal a flowing
gown of deepest purple before she settled
herself across the table from Erawan. Not an
ounce of hesitation or fear checked her
graceful movements. “You know why I have
come, then.”
Erawan smiled as he sat, pouring a goblet
of wine for the female, then for himself. And
all thoughts of killing vanished from Dorian’s
head as the Valg king asked, “Is there any
other reason you would deign to visit Morath,
Maeve?”