Marianne, soon to be Queen of the Light fields hears rumors of an attack before her subjects can fall into a panic.
Fairies have been known to do that. A pin could drop and suddenly bags are packed and mothers are carrying screaming children through streets lined in fire. She’s always been hardier she suspects, and so she knows it’s up to her to her to discover what rumors are true and what are simply the elongated Fairy Tales of her Childhood.
But Fairy Tales are still stories, and she remembers them all. Goblin’s picking their teeth with Fae bones, hanging wings over windows and skulls lining the fences.
Besides, her father had taught her and her people well enough. Correspondence with the former King and the current had caused many a council meeting, and, finally, a public appearance by his majesty, standing before his Kingdom with a solemn face and a weary eye.
“The Bog King of the Dark Forest has made his intent clear,” he told them all, silent and staring up at him. “Steal a primrose, cross the border; if a chanced glance at a Fairy is seen in his realm there will be no mercy, and not even I can prevent it.” And he held the letter high, spidery handwriting dark and bold. “Executions will be enforced.” The chittering only died down once the guards and stewards had shouted at them all, and panic receded into an electric hum. “Executions will be enforced,” he repeated dourly, “and I can’t stop them. In his land there is only Goblin law. And we must respect it. Please. For your sake -for ours- never enter the Dark Forest.”