He was spending more and more time in the Hall of Judgment, settling the more frequent disputes between fairies and the dealing with the influx of mortals’ souls. When he saw Verden, he signaled him over.While it wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have, the King needed to be aware of the worsening situation—while Verden had promised not to mention the meeting with Felan and what was said, he hadn’t promised not to do his job.Gwyn raised his hand before Verden could speak. “I know. I know what you have come to tell me.”“It is my duty to report on the dire situation I’m finding across the veil.”“Thank you for your loyalty. There are so few I can rely on.” Gwyn appeared calm, almost resigned to the fact that winter was going to smother Annwyn.Annoyance bubbled in Verden’s blood like human soft drink but far more bitter. “Is there nothing you can do to fix the rift between you and Eyra?”“It has gone too far. Shea’s death has sealed the fate of Annwyn and set her mood to violence.”For a moment, Verden didn’t know what to say.
