When the elves came to the fey to collect taxes in gold, they were only given silver. Discontent, the elves threatened to burn Tir a Nog, as humans once razed the forests of Earth.
"If we had gold," Queen Esmeralda told the Tax Collector, "we would bring it to you on our fastest gryphons; but silver's all we've mined the past several years."
Then the Tax Collector would have to make up the difference with labor.
Three serfs would do.
"We don't believe in slavery," Queen Esmeralda said. "We can't pay you with people."
The Tax Collector suggested the fey offer a bride to their prince instead. His mother, Queen Fiona, was hoping to offshore taking care of him before he turned thirty.
Queen Esmeralda agreed, offering her daughter-in-law. So I moved from Tir a Nog to Arcane, the land of the elves.
I wouldn't escape for two years.
Thank you for your interest in my magepunk novel, A Shapeshifter, Cyborg, & Wisp. At the end of each chapter, you'll find a quick hello from me, followed by my editorial notes about drafts and word count.
First & second drafts: August 18
Third & fourth drafts: September 18
Fifth draft: March 19
Sixth draft: June 19
Word count: 234
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