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Minor courts such as hers picked sides, Atlantis nominally White while Pacifica had chosen Black, following Titannia into darkness. The courts were set, the High King and his Hob ruling over them all with a sense of honor that Cassie had to admire.
    And war between the courts was avoided, for the most part. The occasional skirmish would occur as either Titannia or Gloriana tested the boundaries of their hatred for one another, but neither queen was willing to risk either the wrath of Oberon or the gods. Instead, they all tread the delicate dance of one-upmanship without ever changing the tune.
    But the soul-bond Oberon had once held with Titannia had been severed somehow, leaving behind the scar that now ran so deeply through him. Rumor had it that the gods themselves had separated the bonded pair, granting Oberon freedom from the evil creature his mate had become. Others said that Oberon himself had broken the bond, but in the process had ripped his soul in half. Still other, darker rumors declared that Oberon had not chosen to remove the bond, but that Titannia had when she’d bonded with her demon, offering her mate’s soul as part of the bargain.
    Cassie could see the truth in the old wound. The rips and tears were worn down, old, but still there. Oberon had been forcibly removed from his mate, whether by his own hand or by the hand of the gods she did not know, nor did she care. The only thing that mattered was the taint of the Dark Court did not lie over the wound, thus Titannia had not been the one to free herself. Rather, Oberon had been the one who chose to leave his soul-bonded. The minor harmonics were too much a part of him for it to be otherwise.
    So she left it alone. No, the discordant notes she sought were not the same as what had caused his soul to be wounded, so she listened further for those chords, the threads of their harmonies trying to change the overall song of his life.
    It was pervasive, the overlapping song, almost drowning out the melody that made up the High King. No wonder he couldn’t remember anything but bits and pieces of his former life. He couldn’t hear any of it over the cacophony of the curse.
    Cassie listened to the music she needed to restore, found where she needed to begin, and sang.
    Oberon watched as Cassie’s brow smoothed out, the frown that she’d been sporting as she hummed gone. Her lips parted, and the most gorgeous sound he’d ever heard filled his ears—no, his very being, bringing him a peace he’d seldom felt before. The pain of loss that was such a part of him he’d barely realized it was there faded under the weight of her song.
    For just a moment, another face superimposed itself over Cassie’s, a young face filled with laughter. Light brown hair was pulled up into a complicated knot. Sparkling hazel eyes gazed at him with affection so long gone he almost wept. Flowers adorned her hair in a fairy crown as she took his hand, following him to where they had agreed to speak their vows.
    The woman had once been the light of his life, his bondmate, the one person he’d trusted above all others, and she’d ultimately betrayed him. Who she was, her name, he couldn’t remember, and wasn’t sure he wanted to.
    Cassie’s voice rose, forcing him to remember, causing that bit of him he’d rather let go to rise to the surface.
    Titannia.
    Oh, Titannia. The pain, sharp and bitter, filled him once more as Cassie’s voice forced him to remember.
    The Black Queen, the great betrayer, the one who’d torn everything he’d ever held dear apart and, in the process, created the three Courts. She had to be the one who’d done this to him, caused him to forget who he was, what he was. It was by her decree that he’d been poisoned, but why? Why did someone he’d once vowed to love with his very soul want him lost forever?
    No. Not lost. Controlled. He was High King Oberon Airgeatine, once called the Silver Flame, and if Titannia could rule him she would rule the fae