“The
court of what?” Robert exclaims.
“Peacock
Angel,” Fiona tells him, “He's the one who's been messing with my
head all these years.”
“My
god,” he says, “Are you all right?”
“I'm
fine,” she replies, “He's actually rather charming.”
The Angel,
standing before her, smiles. “Why thank you,” he says, bowing
deeply. “Is that your husband?”
She nods
her reply.
“And is
Corvus with him?”
Fiona
frowns, not understanding. “Raven,” the Angel corrects himself,
“The dark bird?” She nods again.
The Angel
smiles broadly. “Then have your husband tell Raven the time has
come. They simply must join us as soon as they can!”
