Ink Exchange
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Niall dropped to his knees in front of his queen. "Let me tell her about us. Please. I'll tell her, and she will swear fealty to you. She'd be safe then, out of his reach."
The Summer Queen bit her lip. She almost flinched away from him. "I don't want my friends under my rule. I didn't want any of this. …"
"You don't know what the Dark Court is like. I do," Niall told his queen. And he didn't want Leslie to know. Self-consciously he touched the scar on his face. Irial's fey had done that to remind him of them every day.
"I want her to be free of all of this." Aislinn gestured at the fey cavorting in the Rath. "To have a normal life. I don't want this world to be her life. She's already been so hurt—"
"If he takes her with him, he'll hurt her worse than you can begin to fathom." Niall had seen the mortals the Dark Court had taken into their bruig, seen them after they left the faery mound—comatose in mortal hospitals, muttering and afraid in every city, shrieking in sanatoriums.
Aislinn looked across the room, unerringly finding the Summer King where he stood waiting. She bit her lower lip nervously, and he knew she was considering it.
Niall pressed her, "If Irial has decided to claim her, you and Keenan are the only ones who can stop him. I can't touch him. He's a king. If you invite her to our court first, ask her to swear loyalty to you—"
"She's doing better lately," Aislinn interrupted. "She seems happier and more herself, stronger. I don't want to stop that and introduce all of this mess into her life. … Maybe he's just toying with us."
"Would you risk that?" Niall was aghast that his queen was being so foolhardy. "Please, my queen, let me go to her. If you won't bring her to you, let me try to keep her safe."
Keenan didn't approach—staying at a distance, making clear that it was the queen who was in charge—but he did speak. "Perhaps there is something to her we do not know, some reason for Irial to pursue her. And if not, Niall would still be there to try to keep her out of his reach, perhaps to distract her so she doesn't go willingly to Irial."
Keenan caught and held Niall's gaze. Although Aislinn could not see it, Keenan nodded at Niall; the king offered permission, consent to act. But Niall still needed Aislinn to assent. "She is your friend, but I am … grown fond of her as well. Let me keep her safe until he leaves. Remember how hard it was for you when Keenan pursued you. And she does not See him, not like you saw us."
"I want her safe from Irial" — Aislinn looked back at Keenan then, staring at the Summer King with some trace of the old fear in her eyes—"but I don't want her caught up in this world."
"Do you truly think there's a choice?" Keenan asked, his voice making clear that he did not. "You wanted to keep your ties to the mortal world. With that come risks."
"There are always choices." The Summer Queen straightened her shoulders. The wavering in her voice, the glint of fear in her eyes—they were gone now. "I won't make her choices for her."
Keenan did not disagree, although Niall knew him well enough to realize that he too thought Leslie's choices were growing limited. The difference was that Keenan didn't care; he simply couldn't involve himself in the life of every mortal who was plagued by a faery. This one didn't matter to Keenan, not really.
To Niall, however, she mattered more than any mortal ever had. He asked, "What terms, my queen?"
"You cannot tell her—about me or the fey or what you are. We need to learn more before we do that. … If there's a way to keep her safe from our world, to keep her unaware, we will." Aislinn watched his face, obviously looking for reactions, trying to gauge the wisdom of her terms.
Niall had centuries of experience, however. He stared unblinkingly at her. "Agreed."
"You may distract her, spend time with her, but no sex. You may not sleep with her. If Irial's interest is fleeting, you will be out of her life," Aislinn said.
Keenan did intervene then. "Don't start any wars without my accord. She might be important to you and to Aislinn, but I'll not go to war over one mortal."
She's more than just a mortal. Niall wasn't sure why that was or if it mattered. He nodded, though.
Then Keenan, half smiling, added, "Just be true to yourself, Niall. Remember who and what you are."
Niall almost gaped at his king, but he'd spent too long practicing hiding his emotions. He merely let out his breath. Keenan's intimations were directly in conflict with Aislinn's expressed wishes.
He knows what I am. Addictive to mortals, leaving them willing to say or do anything to have another touch, another fix…
Oblivious to this, Aislinn peered down at Niall, shining so brightly that no mortal could've faced her without pain. Small oceans shimmered in her eyes; dolphins breached within them, breaking the blue surface. "Those are my terms. Our terms."
Niall took Aislinn's hand, turning it over to press a kiss into her palm. "You are a generous queen."
Aislinn let him hold her hand for a moment, and then she pulled him to his feet and asked, "Why do I feel like I've left out something important?"
"Because you are also a wise queen, m'lady." He bowed his head to her so she couldn't see his expression.
Then he left the Rath, not wanting to waste precious time to list all of the other terms she could have set upon him: time limits; alliances he could make with other courts and with solitary fey; vows he could make to Leslie that wouldn't reveal what they were yet would protect her more fully; renouncing the Summer Court to swear to another court for Leslie's safety; bartering his own person in her stead.
The Summer Queen bit her lip. She almost flinched away from him. "I don't want my friends under my rule. I didn't want any of this. …"
"You don't know what the Dark Court is like. I do," Niall told his queen. And he didn't want Leslie to know. Self-consciously he touched the scar on his face. Irial's fey had done that to remind him of them every day.
"I want her to be free of all of this." Aislinn gestured at the fey cavorting in the Rath. "To have a normal life. I don't want this world to be her life. She's already been so hurt—"
"If he takes her with him, he'll hurt her worse than you can begin to fathom." Niall had seen the mortals the Dark Court had taken into their bruig, seen them after they left the faery mound—comatose in mortal hospitals, muttering and afraid in every city, shrieking in sanatoriums.
Aislinn looked across the room, unerringly finding the Summer King where he stood waiting. She bit her lower lip nervously, and he knew she was considering it.
Niall pressed her, "If Irial has decided to claim her, you and Keenan are the only ones who can stop him. I can't touch him. He's a king. If you invite her to our court first, ask her to swear loyalty to you—"
"She's doing better lately," Aislinn interrupted. "She seems happier and more herself, stronger. I don't want to stop that and introduce all of this mess into her life. … Maybe he's just toying with us."
"Would you risk that?" Niall was aghast that his queen was being so foolhardy. "Please, my queen, let me go to her. If you won't bring her to you, let me try to keep her safe."
Keenan didn't approach—staying at a distance, making clear that it was the queen who was in charge—but he did speak. "Perhaps there is something to her we do not know, some reason for Irial to pursue her. And if not, Niall would still be there to try to keep her out of his reach, perhaps to distract her so she doesn't go willingly to Irial."
Keenan caught and held Niall's gaze. Although Aislinn could not see it, Keenan nodded at Niall; the king offered permission, consent to act. But Niall still needed Aislinn to assent. "She is your friend, but I am … grown fond of her as well. Let me keep her safe until he leaves. Remember how hard it was for you when Keenan pursued you. And she does not See him, not like you saw us."
"I want her safe from Irial" — Aislinn looked back at Keenan then, staring at the Summer King with some trace of the old fear in her eyes—"but I don't want her caught up in this world."
"Do you truly think there's a choice?" Keenan asked, his voice making clear that he did not. "You wanted to keep your ties to the mortal world. With that come risks."
"There are always choices." The Summer Queen straightened her shoulders. The wavering in her voice, the glint of fear in her eyes—they were gone now. "I won't make her choices for her."
Keenan did not disagree, although Niall knew him well enough to realize that he too thought Leslie's choices were growing limited. The difference was that Keenan didn't care; he simply couldn't involve himself in the life of every mortal who was plagued by a faery. This one didn't matter to Keenan, not really.
To Niall, however, she mattered more than any mortal ever had. He asked, "What terms, my queen?"
"You cannot tell her—about me or the fey or what you are. We need to learn more before we do that. … If there's a way to keep her safe from our world, to keep her unaware, we will." Aislinn watched his face, obviously looking for reactions, trying to gauge the wisdom of her terms.
Niall had centuries of experience, however. He stared unblinkingly at her. "Agreed."
"You may distract her, spend time with her, but no sex. You may not sleep with her. If Irial's interest is fleeting, you will be out of her life," Aislinn said.
Keenan did intervene then. "Don't start any wars without my accord. She might be important to you and to Aislinn, but I'll not go to war over one mortal."
She's more than just a mortal. Niall wasn't sure why that was or if it mattered. He nodded, though.
Then Keenan, half smiling, added, "Just be true to yourself, Niall. Remember who and what you are."
Niall almost gaped at his king, but he'd spent too long practicing hiding his emotions. He merely let out his breath. Keenan's intimations were directly in conflict with Aislinn's expressed wishes.
He knows what I am. Addictive to mortals, leaving them willing to say or do anything to have another touch, another fix…
Oblivious to this, Aislinn peered down at Niall, shining so brightly that no mortal could've faced her without pain. Small oceans shimmered in her eyes; dolphins breached within them, breaking the blue surface. "Those are my terms. Our terms."
Niall took Aislinn's hand, turning it over to press a kiss into her palm. "You are a generous queen."
Aislinn let him hold her hand for a moment, and then she pulled him to his feet and asked, "Why do I feel like I've left out something important?"
"Because you are also a wise queen, m'lady." He bowed his head to her so she couldn't see his expression.
Then he left the Rath, not wanting to waste precious time to list all of the other terms she could have set upon him: time limits; alliances he could make with other courts and with solitary fey; vows he could make to Leslie that wouldn't reveal what they were yet would protect her more fully; renouncing the Summer Court to swear to another court for Leslie's safety; bartering his own person in her stead.
