The Incandescence only nods, her expression proud and content. The Torchbearer and the Gilded Mark nod to you as well, as you turn and pass through the doors.
The throne room is quiet when you enter. It seems even bigger than usual, somehow - and far more empty. All there is is you and the Summer Queen.
She is sitting at her throne, the light of Summer pouring in behind her. Yet, she doesn't seem to notice you. Despite the warmth of the medallion at your chest, and the lingering feeling of the Incandescence's kiss, a fear rises in your chest. The Summer Queen is both new and familiar to your eyes, and you are suddenly terrified of her looking at you.
'Why?' you think. You should be ready. You have the medallion, you have your makers' blessings. You have your training. You were created in the Queen's name, with a fragment of her very essence. So, why can't she see you?
You clench your fists, and claws that shouldn't be there cut against your skin. There's a hollowness in your chest that makes you feel so empty. How can you go on like this?
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The throne room is quiet when you enter. It seems even bigger than usual, somehow - and far more empty. All there is is you and the Summer Queen.
She is sitting at her throne, the light of Summer pouring in behind her. Yet, she doesn't seem to notice you. Despite the warmth of the medallion at your chest, and the lingering feeling of the Incandescence's kiss, a fear rises in your chest. The Summer Queen is both new and familiar to your eyes, and you are suddenly terrified of her looking at you.
'Why?' you think. You should be ready. You have the medallion, you have your makers' blessings. You have your training. You were created in the Queen's name, with a fragment of her very essence. So, why can't she see you?
You clench your fists, and claws that shouldn't be there cut against your skin. There's a hollowness in your chest that makes you feel so empty. How can you go on like this?