Excalibur's Seven | ✓ [LGBT]

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THE WHOLE WORLD WENT quiet when Eurion saw the druid. Between the cracks of their armor, a carefully engraved sword cut through Chalice's chest, too precise for any human.

It was unmistakably Giselle's sword, the gift from Mab, but it wasn't Giselle that held it. It was a woman, a Seelie with long, golden tresses and a crown across her head. A green gem sat in the center, accenting the bright vines that curled along her body, much like Giselle's.

She could only assume she was another princess. A Summer princess, probably. Selene had mentioned seeing her in the Seelie palace when they searched for the shard at the ball, and Eurion felt her chest tighten.

The Unseelie palace resided in the Winter kingdom. The Seelie palace resided in the Summer kingdom. If the Summer court was there, she could only assume...

"Titania," she hissed, catching the attention of the princess.

Eurion's heart ached at the sight of the druid, but they couldn't do anything about it, not when she was sure to be next.

"Yes, Titania," the princess repeated. "I'm sure you didn't forget that she was coming. She's a part of this, after all."

Eurion stepped back, stumbling over the bodies behind her. She clutched her daggers, but she was helpless against a Seelie.

"What does she want?" asked the thief.

"Excalibur," the princess answered. "Doesn't everyone?"

Eurion gulped, eyes settling on the sword in her hand. "Well, I don't particularly want it myself, no," she said.

The princess jabbed her weapon forward, causing Eurion to stumble back, but she barely caught herself. "Don't get smart with me," she hissed. "Tell me where the sword is."

Eurion glanced at Chalice's body on the ground. It killed her, and she felt like crying. But then she remembered something they said, not long ago.

"You're as quick as a faery, Eurion."

The princess barely had time to process the thief as she darted towards the druid, picking up the iron chain from the ground. Her eyes widened, just as Eurion sent the chain curling around her throat.

"I don't know where the sword is, but I am as quick as any of you," she told her, watching her fall to her knees. "You really did pick the worst person to ask that question."

Before the princess could properly pass out at her feet, a gust of wind shot past and a hand swept Eurion up from the ground. The sound of Giselle's flitting wings was unmistakable.

"I thought you couldn't fly with those things, much less hold me at the same time!" Eurion shouted over the sound.

"Who told you that?" Giselle replied. "Never mind. We've got to get inside the castle, something's wrong."

Eurion's stomach dropped, and it had nothing to do with being fifty feet in the air.

* * *

Prince Connor was enraged.

"You killed him, you bastard!" he cried, pulling the sword from Morgana's chest.

Kit didn't budge, face still tucked in the faery's neck. The pain in his side never subsided, but it was just a dull ache compared the agony in his heart.

"I'll kill you," he seethed. "I'll kill you, and then maybe you can be with your stupid pixie in Hell."

Kit looked up with tearful red eyes. "Do it, then. Kill me. I already told you, I don't care anymore."