Guinevere's Grail | ✓ [BOOK 2]

EPILOGUE

THAT NIGHT, THE PRINCE could not find sleep, no matter how desperately he grasped for it. The beds at the Seelie palace were far too soft, and his arms were far too empty. For the first time in a long time, he longed for the comfort of his bedroom back in Avalon, for the warm wooden walls and the small library where he could find himself lost forever, for the privacy and anonymity of never mattering to anyone. Here, now, he mattered too much. He was too important for simplicity.

He slid from the comfort of his sheets and tiptoed down the hallway, through the winding maze of the palace, and found his way out into the garden. It was the only place he could find any semblance of comfort anymore. The scent of flowers filled his senses and the sight of all the colors was a perfect distraction from everything else.

He approached the extravagant fountain in the center, carved into the perfect likeness of a mermaid, or what he assumed was the perfect likeness of a mermaid, and he felt the drop of something wet on the top of his head. At first he thought it was the fountain, but then he feel another, on his shoulder, and he realized it was raining. He looked up just as it began to pour, and he caught a bright flash of lightning that stunned him back and stuck to his eyes, flashing its image over and over again every time he blinked.

A dark presence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and Kit turned to find an ominous, shadowy figure at the other end of the garden, watching him with faint eyes from a distance. He gulped.

The lightning flashed once more, and when Kit could finally see again, the figure was gone.