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The hare stopped by Emily’s room later in the day. She’d read through the contract twice and was still unsure about it.

“It seems pretty straightforward.” He nibbled on his lip. “Those exiled after the civil war will be allowed to return via the gate you entered the Sidhe, if you kill the queen. There’s some legal fancy talk in there, but nothing looks off.”

In a burst of inspiration, Emily took a picture of the contract while the hare held it flat. She watched anxiously as it developed.

“There’s symbols on it like what showed up on the walls of the monastery, I mean, the institute.” She wrinkled her nose. “Do they mean anything to you?”

The hare tapped on each symbol with a nail as he described it, “wards against tampering, binding sigils and the king’s seal. All above board.” He looked at Emily, his round eyes showing concern. “You’ve just got to sign it now.”

“I don’t want to kill the queen, this is crap.”

“I know.”

Emily sighed, her pen hovering above the contract. “Well, fuck it. It’s what I was made for.” She scrawled her full name above the kings careful script and found herself back in the throne room.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.