Chapter song: Why Are Sundays So Depressing - The Strokes
There was a tale of a Princess, born to a mother who was a Titan and a nymph, and a father who was the son of a powerful god.
She wove a powerful thread. One with the ability to guide those who were lost, opening up a path that led them straight to their fate.
Fae had always wondered how the princess might have felt if she were on the other end of that thread. If she were fully prepared to face whatever lay at the end of it. Would she run if it were a fate she didn't want? Or would she keep going despite knowing how things would end up?
Fae Martin sat at the dinner table, the air colder than it was outside. Everyone sat in silence as they ate the meal prepared for them.
Her fork scraped against the porcelain plate, the delicious pasta no longer whetting her appetite.
"Is something wrong with your food, dear?" Her mother's voice cut through her thoughts.
