A Crown of Madness by A.K. Koonce

I am unseen. I have a name, a title even, yet to most, I’m still no one but a shadow within the Wild Hunt.
Only three things help me cling to my waning sanity of existing between the realms of the living and the dead.
One: I speak to no one. Not even my so called friends of the Wild Hunt.
Two: I want to win whatever this game Nollix Forester is playing. Teasing, taunting, flirty little glances…One day I’m going to claim my victory on his arrogant fae ass. And the last thing, the most important . . .
Three: I’m going to destroy my father, the Mad King for what he’s done to me.
So to say that my existence is solely to spite others would be an accurate statement. Hey, I have to live for something, right?