"...i hate you. " She said. " When can we leave? "

Isiea glares around at the surrounding nobles. Specially shes searching for someone young. But important. And within grabbing range.

"When I deem otherwise," Oberon said, in the tone their mother often used when she settled the matter. Because I said so. "At the very least, until Elysium is through. The Winter Court will be arriving in a few days, and I will have you where I can see you." He clapped, and a female satyr broke away from the crowd to bow before him. "Take my daughter to her room," he ordered, sitting back on his throne. "See that she and her friend are made comfortable."

"Yes, my lord," murmured the satyr, and began to clop away, glancing back to see if the girls were coming. Oberon leaned back, not looking at either of them, his face blank and stony.

Their audience with the Erlking was over.


Most of the nobles had kept a good distance, especially once they say the knives. Ares began trotting after the satyr

She mutters more insults under her breath, but follows. She also, however, takes off Ares bridle. Hes tame enough she isnt worried about him biting her.

She stopped herself from glaring at her "father" and reluctantly followed the satyr.

The goat-girl was almost out of the court, when Grimalkin's voice floated up from the ground."Begging your pardon, my lord," Grimalkin said, sitting up and curling his tail around himself, "but our business is not yet complete. You see, the girl is in my debt. She promised me a favor for bringing her safely here, and that obligation has yet to be paid."

She stopped. Right. She has to pay Grim back, or whatever.

That catches her attention but she doesnt show it.

Oberon, however, looked at Lise with a grim expression. "Is this true?"

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