Once upon a time, in a land closer than you would think…
Megan Finn, the queen of the Seelie Fae, loved to watch her children play along the river. There were three, each a gorgeous handful, and though she’d bemoaned the lack of drugs that had been her birthright on the Earth plane, she wouldn’t have had them anywhere else.
Tir na nÓg was her heaven.
Meg waved from the balcony to her husbands, who were teaching their children to fish. Their daughter, it turned out, was by far the best fisherman of the day. She hauled in her trout, beaming up at her fathers and sticking that bratty tongue out at her brothers.
Soon they would travel to the Dark Palace for their annual celebrations—a renewal of their close ties to the Unseelie. She looked forward to seeing her sweet sister-in-law and their two boys. She hoped Dante and Kaja would come home from their travels long enough to join in the festivities.
Meg waved again and then turned to look over her kingdom.
She’d been born so far away, and yet she seldom thought of that place anymore. This was home. She’d fought for it and grown for it. She’d become a woman here. This was where she’d loved and lost and found herself anew.
Meg turned her face up, letting the sun shine down.
This was where she found those three elusive words.
Happily Ever After.
THE END