I’d long since stopped trying to keep up; Father changed his mind as often as the wind.
I had six sisters, and also six brothers; there should have been seven of us welcoming spring. The littlest, Wulf, wasn’t here anymore. This had been our first winter without him. He’d chosen to leave the rotten ring, our home, and live with a human. Father had been furious, naturally, but in the end it did no good. Wulf was gone. Wulf: our baby brother and Thalia’s second child with Father.
There’d always been whispers amongst the court that having sevensons would be unlucky. Now, I wondered if that were true. Tonight I’d overheard more whispers and gossip. The court seemed to fear Wulf’s departure spelled a bad omen for us all. A royal prince, gone. The king, defied. A goblin, living with a human