The doors opened to reveal Willy with Q in tow. He'd dropped his glamour in the fae lands and in his true Daoine form, it was clear he was royalty. Exile had not diminished his true self.

He sauntered forward, a placid smile on his face.

"You have come for what is yours," he said. "And now that the king is dead and the prince home, you may have it."

He stepped out of Q's way.