Of Thunder and Lightning, the tale of Oberon and Titania
Disclaimer: Yes, I am aware that this is owned by Shakespeare.
He crept up upon me and my Nymphs; I did not realize he was there, until his lips were barely an inch from my neck.
"Have you come to your senses my scornful lady?" He asked with a small smile as he toyed about in my thick nigh raven locks.
"I have." I replied pulling from his grasp, my flock of faeries following me, giving wide-eyed looks to myself and that damned Oberon, lord of the wood, and Myself the Lady. Frankly, the man wished to Rule with me, so we could advance to becoming king and queen of the faeries and Elves. The only flaw in his plot was that I was not quite sure if I wished to be on his arm.
"Well my lady Titania…?" He asked letting the sentence hang, as his pale eyes bore into my dark eyes, a face off between two large colliding glaciers.
"I will NOT Marry you Lord Oberon…not yet." I replied, a firm, and unyielding gaze meeting his slowly souring smirk…And for a very long minute, maybe the longest minute any faerie had ever witnessed, we had a stare-down. In fact, many of My Nymphs shifted from their graceful ballet-like positions; from foot to foot they fidgeted, biting their lips as they saw Oberon's rage grow slowly and violently, as I merely stared coldly at him.
Finally, Oberon sighed, and looked at me, but this time, in a more impatient, irritated demeanor. "You will need a good husband like me fair maiden, we could be very powerful together."
Upon finishing this statement, Mighty Oberon disappeared in glimmer of light, young Puck in tow, leaving my Nymphs in a state of shock. "M-milady…" One stammered as she curtsied to me "I do not believe you have discouraged him." And I nodded "Of course I haven't, but I want to decide for myself if I should wed him or not, not let's away my Nymphs, for its time for my nightly rest." I replied with a small smile, as my faeries immediately vanished with me to the grove where I would bathe, and sleep.
Within a matter of seconds, I was lying in a large crystalline pond, wearing a light, sheer tunic only as my faeries gently washed my olive skin, and combed my almost-raven curls. What I did not realize was that Robin Goodfellow, mischievous Puck, was watching me.
"Greetings milady, my lord Oberon bequests that you meet him-"
"I realize this good Puck, and you would be wise to realize Oberon is my…well, I am unsure of the man that has more "Seeds Sewn" than the farmer has in his field."
Puck's rosy impish cheeks turned pale "My Lady…It is not wise to cross Oberon…He can be very persuasive at times… And you shouldn't believe what you hear of him, for many would scorn my Lord." He replied softly, his childish gaze peering into my own slightly amused glance.
"Really good Robin, I just-wait a moment-would he be so…deceitful that he would…change shape to try and persuade me?"
Puck seemed to frown slightly at this comment "Why would you think such a thing milady?" He asked softly, though a bit menacingly, though "Puck" was blushing.
Being careful to smooth out my light bathing garment, so it covered fairly well, I waltzed over to him, looking the sprite in the eye, and I knew from that Lustful, but tinged lightly with malice gaze, that Oberon had indeed changed shape to try and persuade me.
"Oh I don't know why I would…think such a thing…but then again…" I put a slender finger under his chin, and went very close to him "Maybe I'm right." I whispered very softly, wondering weather he would take the bait, and change back into himself, or deny as usual.
But Oberon, or Puck, did not take the bait, merely smirked, and moved from me, vanishing, leaving me alone to ponder.
My faeries quickly came and clothed me in a long white linen gown, and combed my thick locks as they sang me to sleep, and let me rest, but little did I know…that Oberon was watching, and waiting.
As the moon was high in the sky, nearing daybreak but not quite there, Oberon made his entrance. He knelt by my bedside, and leaned over me, as if willing me to awaken…and of course I did.
"What in the-" I began, but he cut me off
"What in the hell am I doing? What do you think madam?" He said, becoming…very…very…well, unlike himself. His eyes were wide, and he was slightly flustered. Then he did something very unexpected.
"You have driven me MAD do you hear me Titania? MAD with lust and love for you, and you will not return it! Am I not worthy of you? First I thought it was just you playing hard to get, but I am TIRED of trying to woo you my lovely lady. PLEASE TELL ME why you will not wed me!" And then he finished his rant, breathing heavily, and recomposing himself. As he did so, and he promptly took me up in his arms, and disappeared with me into the night.
"Put me down Oberon!" I said firmly, kicking slightly, for I was in my sleeping garments, and not at all dressed properly to be meeting with Lord of the forest faeries.
"No Titania, not until you tell me why you will not wed me!" He replied in a tizzy, as we stopped moving, and he was holding me within a secure, moonlit clearing.
"Now, please tell me why you have rejected me so." He said, his pale grey eyes peering into my own emerald ones.
"You…you have 'sewn your seeds in various places…'" I began, but he cut me off.
"And you are SURE of this? Titania! Of all faeries, to believe pathetic rumors…I would NEVER….I couldn't, only with you, because I am in love with YOU." He said as he put me down gently, and placed his pale hands on my shoulders, his silvery cape flowing around the both of us.
"You haven't then?" I asked softly.
"No." He replied, as he placed his left hand on my head, caressing my thick hair.
I fell silent, as I contemplated weather I should marry him or not. He was like the moon, and I was like the earth. His features were lean, muscled, and pale, but he was a beautiful creature, and my features were olive, raven, and green, earthen colors. And that is when I began to wonder if he thought ME to be beautiful, and he-seeming to read my mind-answered for me.
Cupping my chin, he moved his lips very close to mine, just as I had done with him when he was disguised as Puck, and whispered "You are more beautiful than the stars in the sky…and your personality is so intriguing, yet kind-hearted…I would be proud if you were my queen Titania." He then took my hands, and kissed them both "Marry me." He said, intense passion in his eyes as he looked at me, expecting a response.
"Rise my King." I said with a smile, as he smiled back at me, and kissed me, full force on my lips.
"My…beautiful queen." He murmured, slightly out of breath.
"My handsome king," I replied as he gently placed me under the willow tree, using his silvery cape to cover the both of us, as we slept in peace.
Of course, we had no idea that years later, we would actually fight, and over a boy nonetheless.
Stay tuned for part II