Hannah had been lucky.
It turned out that the moment she had left her quarters and wandered into the kitchens to grab something to eat and drown out her heartbreak, the palace had shuddered with a deafening roar. The sound had ripped through the halls like thunder, shaking stone and glass and sending Fae scrambling in terror.
By the time the dust settled, she was homeless.
Only later did the rumors spread, that the devastation had been caused by Violet. The princess had lost control during her training and nearly tore the kingdom apart.
And so Hannah found herself displaced, standing in the eastern hall among dozens of other Fae. The place buzzed with restless chatter, voices overlapping, and emotions running high. Fear. Awe. Anger. Wonder. The hall was loud as hell, and no one seemed able to stop talking.
