Doverel and I walked down to the palace courts in silence.
What was there to say to this hypocrite? The less I spoke, the better. For all I knew, she was sent to spy on me. Did I really warrant that kind of suspicion?
Maybe. Fine.
In the palace courts of the Love Fairies, each fairy took their turn to report the number of couples they had united in the past month. We queued at the back, waiting our turn.
Then, of course, she broke the silence.
"I know what you must be thinking," she said.
I tensed, side-eying her. Was she onto me?
"I would feel useless too if I had only made one couple," she added, her tone soaked in syrupy condescension. "If it helps, you do have a nice dress. And if you tried not sitting on your hands next time, you might become the most improved Love Fairy."
I blinked slowly. "I'm... genuinely disappointed that those were your words to me."
She ignored me, turning to chat with the fairy in front of her like I didn't exist.
