"May I approach the King?" she asked, waiting with baited breath for the Universe to reply. If approved, the path towards his secret realm would unfold. "I have a Trade. Tidings from the Queen."
Only two weeks prior, another visit to the Court of the Queen; her thousand-and-a-half years to his 4700+, she was quite the young bride--but her stunning power was worthy of any king.
Alas, the King was in Winter Court; only his sentries greeted the pilgrim.
The pathway firmly blocked by Nature herself.
A message left at the gate...
A mission for another time.