Fae Queen

Things are not as they seem in the Fae realm.

Rumor has it that one of the fairies has learn how to lie - something that's never been done before.
And as Queen - Felaine has the duty to find out who - and deal with them.

But that's not all - something more is on the horizon.
And she'll have to fight her way through it if she wants to stay alive.

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2. Memories

Memories

 

As the morning light filtered through my windows, I stretched upwards, my body surrounded by the blue silk sheets.

A hand played in my hair, and I smiled to myself, still keeping my eyes closed just so I could stay still just a little longer.

“Did you sleep well my Queen?” Dantor asked, his breath tickling my head.

I grumbled some form of response loving the feeling of him chuckling underneath me.

“What time is it?” I asked, turning myself onto my side and resting my head on his chest.

“An hour after dawn your majesty.” Dantor replied, watching as I bolted upright, pulling the sheets up with me.  

I cursed something under my breath and Dantor laughed once again, the musical notes filling my heart with joy. I scowled in his general direction before slipping out of the bed and making my way over to the vanity. Watching as Dantor had a few precious seconds to view my body.

“What are the plans for today Dantor?”

As well as being one of my lovers, Dantor also acted as one of my secretaries – which meant he often knew where I was better than I did.

I barely listened as he rattled off a list of meetings and gathering which I had to attending; instead I focused on getting my hair into a suitable style, smiling to myself when I remembered my mother doing the same throughout my childhood.

I took a quick glance at my human calendar, which updated itself automatically to best fit the human time schedule.

“Dantor” I said, interjecting suddenly.

“Yes my Queen?” He asked, an eyebrow raised and his eyes searching mine through the mirror.

“Post sentries’ top side and acquire ‘normal’ clothing for every fairy. We’re going on an excursion tomorrow.”

The look of pure joy and excitement that crossed Dantor’s face was enough to make the looming trip worthwhile. He slid out of my bed, stretching exquisitely and I had to remind myself it was impolite to stare. But it was hard not to, with his bright blue hair and matching wings.

He was an excellent example of a fairy man.  

With a quick smile in my direction, Dantor disappeared into my bathroom to shower and change into the men’s clothes I always kept handy in preparation for our little sleepovers.

After changing into the dark grey suit Dantor disappeared to find a few fairies to scout topside, finding the newest fashions that the ‘ordinary’ people wore so that we were more likely to blend in.

For the time being though, I allowed myself a smile. Since I had been Queen every year around the same time I allowed my fairies a chance to visit the human world – and while they frolicked and make a mess of things I visited my mother Selene, and my brother Peter. Every year I gave them two gifts; good health, and good luck.

And with my yearly visits much had remained the same, except both Pete and mum had gotten better paying jobs and moved into a smaller apartment.

They didn’t need three rooms when there were only two of them.

They knew enough to know I was still alive; I had made sure to send them a letter explaining as much as I could – that I had fallen in love with a man and decided to remain with him and become his wife. It was about as close to the truth as I could get without fully explaining everything to them.

I did try though, I stopped by there whenever my people went topside, avoiding her questions of grandchildren and my lack of a wedding band. I think she assumed me and the boy I had first met had broken up and I was too ashamed to tell her about it. And in the past few years as she had been aging and I had stayed the same, she had slowly become to suspect me of having some weird affiliation with the Devil.

That was when my mother had disowned me, and stopped me from ever contacting her again because – as she put it. I “was going to hell and I don’t want to go with you!”

Charming wasn’t she?

But despite that I only wished her the best of luck, providing her with the means to support herself well until her last days. While I myself, lasted well beyond the normal measure of years.

I sighed into my mirror, trying to make myself smile and pinched my cheek so that they became rosy. I added some concealer under my eyes to hide the fact that I had gotten very little sleep the night before. I settled on a bright pink lip gloss that brought out my full lips before finally feeling satisfied with my reflection.

It was true that being Fae brought with it beauty and glamour, but being somewhat human still meant I had to work just a little bit harder to look the part.

 

Dantor returned with some jeans and a pink off the shoulder blouse with little square glass looking things scattered over the loose hanging middle. I got dressed easily, without needing help before turning to look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes where back to their human blue, and I know many of my fairies had conjured up glamour so that they had the same, and my hair was braided down my back covering my invisible wings. I ached to let them loose, but shook off the feeling, planning on letting myself take a fly when we got back tomorrow night.

“Ready the people” I called to Dantor who was waiting patiently outside my room as he always did.

A few hours later I stood on top of the thirty steps that led to the palace, staring into the green, blue and some brown eyes of the ‘people’ before me.

“Ok. We go up for 12 hours only.” I warned, turning an icy look to the first row and beyond. “We do not steal, we do not kill. I expect you all to be well behaved” I broke into a smile knowing full well that their definition of behaving was probably only tricking people into becoming their slaves.

“Stick around the Manhattan area, and do not leave New York full stop. Do not bed any humans” I glared at any male Fae I could find, who each responded with a disgusted look on their face.

It wasn’t as if human girls where unpretty, or unattractive, but the fairy girls where pretty much barbie dolls with exotic looking skin, hair and eye colour (Not to mention the wings) and so most male fairies wouldn’t bother looking for a mortal lover.

But there were always exceptions.

I found a familiar face in the crowd and gave an extra glare for him. Knowing full well he had a taste for human girls.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

The crowd cheered and started moving towards the exits on the opposite side to the palace. Only 350 steps separated me and the outside world.

Some of the fairies flew up the stairs (literally and figuratively) but I allowed myself a slow walk, enjoying the feeling as warm air slowly made its way through me, warming me from the inside out.

I smiled when I reached the outside, standing to the side of the exposed moss covered doorway and watched as my fairies mingled with the crowd disappearing into malls and parks as well as some just staring at the world in wonder.

I laughed to myself quietly but the feeling of a soft touch on my right side had me tensing.

“Felaine.’ A voice smirked from my left and I resisted the urge to strike at him.

“Beterm, how lovely to see you again.” I forced the words threw my lips, turning and giving a fake smile in the fae’s direction.   

“I came to save you from that slime ball you call Dantor” He nodded his head in the direction of Dantor, whow as waiting patiently for me to join him.

“I don’t need saving thank you very much.” I informed him, smiling before turning away.

“Whatever you say your majesty” He bowed formally, before joining into a crowd of young humans laughing hysterically.

 

I had the daftest feeling Beterm knew something he shouldn’t, and that he was a part of a joke – one that made fun of me.   

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