"Now look around you."
I turn to one side and see what he means. Because where I stepped, small white flowers are growing in my footsteps. "It's magic...but I'm not magic. I'm mortal. I'm a mortal girl."
"You're the Queen of Elfhame," he says.
I look around me and drink in the air of Faerieland, a place that is still menacing, but all mine. My land. My home. Mine.