into the forest (to lose my mind and find my soul)
“I’m not … I’m not some elf,” Lena argued, sneering as her thick eyebrows furrowed together, although her contempt was marred by the crack in her voice.
“Indeed. You are only half of one. No matter - your ears are pointed enough and you carry your father’s blood. They have already accepted the match.”
“Who? What match?” Lena demanded.
Arching an eyebrow in a cool, appraising manner, Lillian smiled sharply, her eyes clearly blue in the light of the room, yet frosty and hard. “The Seelie Court. You, my daughter, will keep the peace between our courts.”