Sunset shivered slightly as she walked through the borders between the human world and the faery world. Her icy blue eyes widened at her homeland, her true home. She had never been to her birthplace, well, at least she didn’t remember it.
She took off the orange mask and shoved it into her brown satchel. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of the palace.
“Sunset!” cried a familiar voice. Alis. Tamlin’s servant, and Sunset’s as close you can get to friend.
Alis greeted her with a smile, and a laugh. Sunset grinned shyly, remembering all the good times they had together, before Feyre, her human mother, sent her away to the human world to find a cure. Which she was still searching for.
Sunset’s tiger mask creased into a smile, her eyes lighting up with joy. She laughed, for the first time in many years.
“Sunset.” said a familiar deep voice. Lucien, the auburn haired fox-masked faery, stepped out of the shadows from behind them. “We have to crown you.”
Sunset looked at him in horror. “Lucien, I let you down,” she said. “I- I didn’t find a cure. Dad will be so disappointed with me.”
Lucien grasped my hand. “He won’t,” he said gently. “He understood, when he died,that although you didn’t do as he said, you’re still a teenager. You’re young.”
He smiled. “I miss your father. He was a good man. Noble.”
Sunset grinned. “I guess.”
“I’ve got to find the young man who killed him,” said Lucien. “You need to get ready and sit on your father’s old throne.”
He turned. She headed upstairs, towards her bedroom, and got changed into a simple orange dress, black, swirling patterns decorating it.
She ran downstairs and sat on her father’s throne, soon to be her own.