Fay Warrior, Fay Master

Chapter Three

Fay Warrior, Fay Master
Chapter Three

The Queen paced impatiently in her chambers aware that her only daughter had slipped away once again. How the girl could escape seasoned warriors lay beyond her comprehension. Either she had become more cunning over the years or her guards had grown in stupidity. Why could she not understand that it was for her own protection?! Willa was an easily identified target and she just could not…would not risk losing another loved one. She had never gotten over losing her mate during the war so many years ago. Even now she would only couple but still remained unable to bring herself to join another as she had done with the king. And he had been a Master of all Masters….A knock sounded at the door interrupting her thoughts.

“Enter,” she commanded still pacing.

The captain of the guard eased into the room watching the Queen’s agitated movements. Obviously, Willa had ruffled her wings again so it would take awhile to smooth them. But it was not impossible; he had done it before…if only he were the only one…Quietly, he moved to her side and when she absently turned her back on him, pulled her lovingly into his arms pressing her soft body against his hard, needy one.

“No, no, Eldwin. I cannot possibly think of such things while my daughter is missing.”

“But she is not really missing, Keltra. She has done this before…evaded my warriors when wanting to be left alone. It is natural at this age…her wanting more freedom…”

“But at what possible cost?” she argued attempting to press away from him.

Eldwin pulled the two of them toward the door and kicked it shut with his boot. Keltra gazed up into his eyes as understanding passed between them. Quickly, he turned her about and now pressed her against the door clasping both of her hands above her head.

The Queen opened her mouth to admonish him when he took her lips with force. By the Elderians, how he had wanted her these last few nights! He entangled one hand through her shoulder length ebony locks tugging her to stillness. Her royal silver strands twisted deliciously about his wrist as though pleading for him to continue.

“Please, Eldwin. I cannot concentrate…,” she moaned into his experienced heated lips.

“And that is my plan, LaLei,” he admitted continuing his trail of kisses from her lips, down her neck and onto her throat. He glanced up to gaze into her heavily fringed violet eyes that smoldered at his touch. This alone sent scorching flames through his soul. He pressed his hardened body against her own soft pliable one moving his hips back and forth to cradle his cock between her thighs. “I know you mean well, my Queen, but your daughter needs some freedom. You cannot protect her as a babe forever. The more you try to keep her close, the harder she will fight to fly away…”

“But it is so hard to let go,” she whispered beginning to lose the direction of her thoughts as she instinctively opened her shapely legs to him. Swiftly, he lifted her moving her gown up then wrapped her legs about him while he released himself. Just as quickly, he yanked her down upon his throbbing shaft as he entered her wet awaiting body.

“It is never easy, my sweet. Now, I want you to think of more pleasant thoughts. I do not want to hear another word unless it is about us,” he growled hoarsely against her ear.

She felt him move hard into her and after several thrusts, with a heated sigh, Keltra gave in to his lovemaking and thought only of them for now.

Quite some time later, she lay curled up in the bed next to her lover enjoying the comforting sounds of his deep breathing. Her missing daughter was but one of the concerns plaguing her mind. The other immediate concern was of a certain promise she had made. She had not mentioned her promise for Barridean to her long-time lover. She did not care to keep secrets from him, but felt she had no choice for Eldwin had never made any attempt at hiding his dislike of the Wikkenwind Forest King. She, herself, found him charming and accommodating though even her daughter despised the Fay Warrior. Had she erred in promising him her hand? Of course, there were whispers that he had been involved in the recent tragedy concerning the human babe, but there was no proof. The only proof that she recalled was that of wharf trolls having encroached upon both of their lands. Now that presented an entirely different matter to dwell on. And Keltra was not a Fay woman who believed easily in gossip. She believed in solid facts. So the troll infringement offered a fact…but what failed in fact concerned the gossip about Barridean.

She remembered when she had first experienced Barridean’s kindness many years ago. It had been after the war when he had offered his comfort upon the death of her husband. He, himself, had had nothing to do with the war between the houses and had fortunately sustained but a small wound. But soon after, he had found himself quickly placed onto the throne after the royal family’s death. The only logical replacement had been Barridean…the next in line as a cousin. He had been horrified and sought her advice in that matter while comforting her as well so they had formed a mutual friendship and alliance. So obviously, the continuous feuding between the houses presented a constant thorn in their sides.

She smiled with optimism. Marriage would be the best thing to bring the kingdoms together. She felt sure that Eldwin would come around after thinking upon it for awhile. He just did not understand the Wikkenwind King as she did. It was beyond her comprehension how such a good fairy could have come from such an appalling royal family. Had it not been for them, her beloved would still be alive…for they had started the war…they had taken his life…

Keltra grimaced at her turn of thoughts then determined she would think on it no more. Even a queen must get some rest and her eyes had become too heavy to keep open. Soon she drifted off to sleep already feeling the burden lift from her shoulders.

But had it lifted? In the foggy distance somewhere between memory and dreams her head filled with the sounds of war. The battle raged between the two largest kingdoms to the point that now even she partially suited up in haste to join with her husband. The alarming clank of metal upon metal filled the air while painful cries filled her ears. She flew quickly in with weapon in hand spying her king but a few feet away battling another Fay Warrior. The two had discarded all armor except their helmets to obviously allow for movement and so the battle raged. The warrior bore the other kingdom’s crest upon both the helmet and discarded shield. But the striking blows between the two far exceeded the ordinary scuffles. Dread invaded her heart at the sights and sounds that surrounded her. There had been no war like this before. This was not a scuffle! Something far sinister surrounded them all.

She flew desperately toward her husband’s side with bow at ready and arrow drawn for she would allow no harm to befall her beloved mate…her Master. Then from the corner of her eye a flash of light came down from above…a blade about to take her life. But with a loud clang it did not as her husband’s thrown sword blocked the attempt saving her as it then penetrated the enemy giving him his death blow. As though in slow motion, she turned her head back to him then let loose a blood curdling scream as the enemy raised his own weapon upon her defenseless husband. Her king stared hard and unflinching into his opponent’s eyes as she fearfully pulled back on her string to let loose a wild arrow but the blade fell finding its deadly mark. He uttered not a word as his proud body slumped to the ground. The wild arrow found its mark too but only grazed the enemy’s forearm. Madness filled her and swiftly, she pulled back two more together and let them both loose. Then she quickly dropped the bow and grabbed her husband’s blade wielding it above her head with mad fury as she flew like a demon at the enemy. With a curse, he fled as her husband’s life blood soaked the ground. She dropped the weapon as all else faded into nothingness except for her beloved who lay fallen. But try as she might, she could not stop the bleeding, could not do anything but drop upon the ground and pull him into her arms. Liquid crimson covered her but she cared not as he managed to whisper the words, “Treachery, LaLei, treachery,” before he breathed his last….



McKinzie S. Heart
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