Wren Mossflutter
the Duskthorn Fae
Named for the small bird that sings in the darkest part of the hedge and for the carpet of green that covers the broken crowns of fallen kings.
Power
You can make a lie grow from a truth until it chokes the speaker, but the lie must be planted in a rooted sense of your own silence – and you cannot speak again until the new moon.
- Familiar
- a crow with one white eye named Marquess
- Court
- Shadowcrown Court
They say you are the reason the old road splits into three wrong paths, and that the moss on the stones remembers every crown you have refused. You never asked for the throne, but the thorns grew around you anyway. The shadows at the edge of the field bowed when you stepped into their cold, and that was when you understood: some kings are made, but you were simply recognized.