"Yes, Peter," she whispered. Her voice sounded like someone tearing dry paper. "Go to the buttery. There is bacon left."
Queen Aurelia pushed past her guards, ignoring their protests. Resting in the dirt was a goblin infant. It was no larger than a loaf of bread, with skin the color of moss, eyes like polished amber, and a single, tufted tooth protruding from its lower lip. To the knights, it was a monster in the making. To Aurelia, whose arms had remained painfully empty through years of marriage, it was simply a baby. The Queen Who Adopted a Goblin
The war chief looked at Pip, then at the human Queen who stood unarmed behind a goblin boy. The chief dropped his stone axe. The war was over before a single drop of blood was spilled. A Legacy Redefined "Yes, Peter," she whispered