Lireen Rowanglow
the Gilded Meadow Fairy
Named for the golden pollen that dusts the queen's robe and the rowan's red fruit that blazes at twilight.
Power
You can command the meadow grasses to grow tall enough to hide a kingdom, but you must first offer a single strand of your own hair to the earth.
- Familiar
- a treecreeper named Pipkin
- Court
- The Gilded Hill Court
You will not kneel — not to the old kings, not to the new. That refusal cost you your throne, but the meadow rose to meet you, and its roots remembered your bloodline. You became its voice, and it became your crown.