An Indigo Court Novella
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Question: What do you like best about the Indigo Court Series?
Strict had edged over and now, he sat down in a chair opposite me. He was as his name implied—definitely strict, but he also had an understanding nature that had come out more during the past year. Now, he cleared his throat and leaned forward.
“Your Majesty, no matter where you go, or who you are with, life will always throw curve balls—as the yummanii put it. There is no safe haven where you can hide away from the world. In fact, I would say the only place to escape what life has to throw at you, is in death.”
And there it was. Black and white. There was no happily-ever-after because, until you died, after always kept coming. Even during moments of great happiness, something would shift to tear down the joy. And in sorrow, joy would lift us up again. A continual cycle.
“I suppose you’re right. I kind of hoped that once we were married and took the thrones, that once Myst was dead, everything would all be okay, and life would play out without any more issues. I guess that makes me a fool.”
“It makes you a dreamer, is what it makes you.” Rhia stretched and yawned. “I thought I was the optimist of the group, but honestly, as screwed up as our lives have been—yours more than mine, I grant you that—I think…I think I’m happy things have happened the way they have. I miss my mother but, look at what I have.”
I kissed her softly on the cheek. “You’re right, of course. Life will keep coming, and it brings both sorrow, but also joy. I guess I’ll learn as I go. You journey safely home. My men will see you to the Twin Hollies where the portal lies. Do you have security waiting on the other side?”