“You still believe that she was trying to be so insane that some of her court would kill her?”

“I believe that for this space of time she sought death, or didn’t care whether she lived or died,” Doyle said.

I thought about the broken, bloody bodies of the people that had been brought to us or escaped to find refuge with us. The queen had not tried to hunt down any of the refugees of her court, even though it was well known that her nobles had come to seek asylum with us.

“If positions had been reversed, she would have sent me to kill you months ago,” Doyle said.

I nodded, hugging Gwenwyfar a little closer, feeling her deeply asleep in my arms. It helped me stay calm and say, “She would have said, ‘Where is my Darkness? Bring me my Darkness,’ and you would have come like a shadow and ended my life.”

“I would have done the same if you had asked, Meredith.”

“I know that, but I would not risk you back in the Unseelie Court by yourself, Doyle.”

“If anyone could assassinate the queen and live to tell about it, it is Doyle,” Sholto said.

“If anyone could do it, he could, I know that.”

“Then why have we hesitated?”

“Because the word if is in every conversation we have about this, and I’m not willing to risk Doyle on an if.”

“You love him and the Killing Frost more than a queen should love anyone,” Sholto said.

“Do you say that from experience, King Sholto?” I asked.

“You do not love me as you love Doyle, or Frost. We all know that they are your most beloved, so I am not betraying you if I say that I am not in love with you either.”

“Don’t you love the babies more than duty, or crown?” Galen asked. I’m not sure I would have asked, not out loud.

Sholto turned and looked at him, so I couldn’t see the expression he gave the other man, but I was almost certain it was his arrogant face. The one that made him look model handsome and was his version of a blank face.

“I would give my life to keep them safe, but I do not know if I value them above duty to my people and my kingdom. My throne and crown they could have, but not if it cost my people their independence or their lives. I hope I never have to choose between the children and the duty that I owe my people.”

“You are the best king that faerie has had in a very long time,” Doyle said.

“You don’t hold duty above the lives of our children, do you, Doyle?” I asked.

He turned and smiled at me. “No, Merry, of course not; they are more precious to me than any crown, but then I already proved that I prefer love to a throne. If I would give up being King of the Unseelie Court for love of our Frost, then I would do no less for our children.”

And that was the answer I wanted, that no duty or sense of honor outweighed the love to these small new lives. I laid my cheek against the soft curls, breathed in the sweet scent of our daughter, and asked, “Who has persuaded the king to stay inside faerie?”

“The lawyers and the police,” Rhys said.

“Human lawyers and human police? How have they persuaded the King of Light and Illusion to do anything?”

“Human law confined him to faerie after he attacked us and the lawyers with us.”

“He hadn’t left the Seelie Court in years,” I said. “It was no hardship for him.”

“There’s also a court order keeping him five hundred feet away from you and all your lovers and an injunction preventing him from contacting us directly, even by magic.”

“That was a fun one to get a judge to sign off on,” I said.

“We have set new precedents for human law and magic,” Rhys agreed.

“He attacked a room full of some of the most powerful attorneys in California; it helped our case.”

“Human police will not be able to arrest him,” I said.

“There will be no arresting him, Merry. If Taranis escapes faerie and comes for you, or the babies, he will die.”

“He’ll slaughter the humans,” I said.

“He’s not bulletproof,” Galen said.

“Human police aren’t trained to kill first, but second, and that will be all the time he needs to kill them,” I said.

“Soldiers are trained to kill, not save, and that is what is needed,” Doyle said.

“Is there still a National Guard unit outside the faerie mounds in Illinois?” I asked.

“You know there is,” he said.

“I don’t want them dying for me, Doyle.”

“They won’t die for you, or us, but as I understand it in defense of their country and constitution.”

“And what does fighting a king of the sidhe have to do with defending the constitution?”

Rhys said, “Merry, if Taranis could be king of this country, he would be, and he would rule with the same arrogance and cruel carelessness that he has displayed toward the Seelie Court.”

“There is no danger of him ruling this country, and you know that.”

“I do, but he still needs killing.”

“Because he raped me?” I asked, and studied his face as I said it. It had taken me months to say the words that casually.

Rhys nodded. “Oh, for that, definitely for that.”

“Definitely,” Doyle said.

“Yes,” Galen said.

“If it would not cause war between the sluagh and the Seelie Court, yes.”