I adopted this story from ChainedPromisesAndBrokenDreams, I hope you like how I write it. I'd like to say that for the longest time a friend of mine has been helping me with ideas for my stories and I have been helping her. So I kind of dedicate this to JadeVictoriaDH (Even if she is helping me with it a bit). She is a really good friend of mine and if you don't already know she writes stories for Tinkerbell too, I personally love her story Baby Mine. Go check it out! Okay now for the story; I did edit the first chapter a bit so I suggest rereading it if you had no intent.
Queen Clarion sat in her chambers in the Pixie Dust Tree having just gotten back from helping everyone with last minute checks in the preparations that would have to be brought to the Mainland and back to bring in Spring. She let out a content sigh.
Clarion sat in the plush, pillowed covered nook of her window, an oval shaped hole in the tree's bark, and stared at the sky. She silently tried to find shapes in the drifting cotton puff-like clouds. One shaped like a flower caught her eye, then a heart. There were many more, yet the one that surprised her most was one that resembled a human baby. It was an odd shape to find in the clouds, but it didn't bother her any so she dismissed the thought and looked down below.
Through her window she could see all of the fairies doing their work, training, playing and more. Clarion could also see beyond that; as long as the daylight would let her. She could see the smallest of fairies from Mermaid Lagoon to Neverland's vast oceans. The lush green hills, mountains, and waterfalls, glistened with the light of the sunset.
She let out another happy sigh as she finally caught a break in her busy life. Her duties often made her tired, tired from working, sorting things, fixing problems, and having the ministers of the seasons nagging at her, day in and day out. The life of a queen was so busy, there was always something to prepare for, the Autumn Revelry, seasonal balls and festivals, bringing the seasons to the Mainland. Clarion was lucky if she even got five minutes to herself.
She watched as a pair of doves came into view. They hovered in front of her window a moment before giving each other a peck like kiss. Clarion giggled at the obviousness that they hadn't seen her. The two birds looked over to her and one of them blushed before they both fluttered into the orange sky together. "How adorable..." she thought, zoning out slightly at the overwhelming state of peace.
Clarion was brought back to reality by a knock on her wooden, tree bark door. She sighed and straightened her posture, gracefully turning around. "You may enter," Clarion spoke angelically. Her words rolled off her tongue like liquid silver. One of the messengers, Viola, entered the room, hovering over while her wings made flittering noise. Viola was Queen Clarion's personal messenger fairy that always stayed at her side.
"The Ministers request your presence, your majesty." She bowed her head, her messenger hat nearly falling off of her blonde waves. "They are awaiting the Conference Hall,"
"Very well." The Queen smiled and followed the messenger fairy out of her room. They floated down a red carpeted hall into a fairly large room.
The Conference Hall was a room with two windows and a small throne where Queen Clarion sat. It had four large mushroom chairs that sat facing the throne. The Minister of Winter was stood up when Queen Clarion entered. The others ceased they're idle chat and watched as she floated over. Her large, glossy butterfly wings glittered a transparent gold, as she took her place on the golden throne.
"Good evening ministers," Queen Clarion pleasantly said as she looked at them. "I understand you have requested my presence?"
"Yes, Queen Clarion," The Minister of Spring, Hyacinth, shifted nervously in his chair.
Clarion furrowed her eyebrows, "Is something the matter?"
"Nothing is wrong, your majesty, its just…" The Minister of Autumn, Redleaf, trailed off.
"It's just we need to discuss, your most important royal duty as Queen of Pixie Hollow, with you." The Minister of Winter, Snowflake, being the more straight-forward one of the bunch, picked up where Red had left off.
The Queen's face stayed calm and her blue eyes traveled to Snow. "Go on." She said, honestly feeling nervous because she knew this particular discussion had been put off for too long. They were all obviously uncomfortable as well, so things were going to be interesting.
"Well, as you know, you aren't like the other fairies. You know what your duty is, and as you are..." Snow was trying to choose her words carefully, so she did not offend the queen.
"As time goes on, it becomes less and less likely for you to be able to conceive," Sunflower, the Minister of Summer, stated.
Clarion's face reddened, as did everyone else's.
"Pixie hollow must always have a queen." Red concluded. Queen Clarion thought about all of this for a moment then cleared her throat to speak.
"I would like to point out a few things," She spoke, clear as day, and the ministers nodded. "For one, I am still young for a fairy of my standards,"
"We meant no disrespect, your majesty," Snow bowed her head, slightly embarrassed.
"I would also like to point out that, though you want me to fulfill this duty before my 'time runs out', I don't have enough time in the day to read or take a nap, let alone something as important as this," she declared, feeling a bit relieved to get that off of her chest.
"We also took that into consideration," Red said.
"So what do you suggest, ministers?" Queen Clarion asked.
"We've come up with options," Sunflower said. "The first one was that we could choose a successor to take the throne, but then we remembered she had to be of royal blood."
"The second and final option." The two male ministers exchanged looks with each other, as if knowing the Queen wouldn't like the next option. Red continued, "Is we could…arrange your marriage."
Queen Clarion's face twisted with emotion, partially angry and sad. Her face turned a pale shade of red and she was about to scream at them. How dare they think that they could decide her life for her!
"What!" Snow shouted, "We didn't agree on that!"
"Please! If Queen Clarion doesn't do this…you know what will happen!" Red exclaimed.
"You can not force her to marry someone!"
"We're running out of options!"
Sunflower cut into the argument, "Have you ever consider what her majesty thinks about all of this. We should at least ask her instead of going behind her back." They all looked to their queen.
"But…marriage-having a child with-I just don't want to…get married and have a child with someone I do not know. Let alone someone I do not love! If someone is supposed to father my child and assist in ruling beside me, I wish to know them beforehand." The Queen's calm, elegant façade faded with her every word and her face became flustered.
"We've discussed this as well! Please, just hear what we have to say!" Hyacinth pleaded. Queen Clarion was just about to say something when Red spoke up.
"We'll make you a compromise," he said calmly.
Clarion sat back down, "I'm listening."
"Times are not like they used to be. Things change. Back then, we would have picked out the most eligible suitor for you and that would be then end of it. Nowadays, we have come to an agreement to let you choose. We will gather the most eligible bachelors we can find in Neverland, and you will have a chance to get to know each one of them before you decide," Hyacinth explained.
"That's still not fair to her!" Snow argued.
"Hold on, I liked to know more about this, but I'm not agreeing to it yet. How do you suppose I 'get to know' these bachelors? I'm always so busy." She said. For once having a busy life may not have been such a bad thing.
"We are prepared to offer you a vacation of sorts," Red said.
"Sounds…reasonable. But who will take over for me? Who will be in charge?" She questioned.
"Most of your duties can be done by the four of us. We should only request your presence in absolute emergencies." The ministers nodded their heads in agreement.
Queen Clarion still looked slightly uncertain about the whole ordeal. "And if I don't agree?" She asked calmly.
"You will start to grow weaker within the year. If you do not find someone to marry by the end Summer, we will pick for you," Red said. Queen Clarion nodded her head.
"I dismiss this meeting, I shall have a decision tomorrow morning," She said. Viola flew over to her and escorted her back to her room. Clarion sat on her queen-sized, cotton puff bed with the caterpillar silk sheets. It was dark out by now and she was going to sleep. She wished she could have someone to talk to about this, someone who would understand.
Queen Clarion got up from her bed and paced the room. This was a very important. Just then there was yet another knock on her door.
"Yes?" She wasn't quite acting like her usual, graceful self.
"Tinkerbell is here to see you, your majesty," Viola answered her.
"Let her come in." Tinkerbell entered Queen Clarion's chambers and shut the door behind her "Hello, Tinkerbell," She smiled pleasantly, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Queen Clarion! I was going to ask you tomorrow but It couldn't wait! I wanted to ask you about making a contraption for the…" Tinkerbell trailed off, noticing the Queen was pacing and looked distressed. "…Is something wrong?" She looked concerned.
"Oh, no dear, I'm fine," Clarion tried to smile.
"I know I may be hyper sometimes, but that doesn't mean I can't listen and help my friends. You don't have to put up a front for me just because you're the queen," Tink replied.
Queen Clarion smiled at this. "Come sit," She lead Tinkerbell over to the nook. Tinkerbell sat down and nearly sank in the pillows, as Clarion sat across from her and looked out the window. She let out a sigh, deciding to let her façade go and tell Tinkerbell everything. "I am not a fairy like you, or anyone else. I'm…different, in a way. For years and years I have been descended from royal blood. My oldest ancestor, which was my oldest grandmother, was one of the first fairies to ever live. She discovered this tree. More fairies then came, and she was their queen. My great great great-well, you get the picture- my grandmother gave life back to this tree. If she died, the tree's life would be taken away as well. That's why…that's why she was the only fairy who could…reproduce. She met a man and they had a child. And she did the same, and so on. But it's only us, who have royal blood, who can reproduce. That's why, now, I have to find someone to marry and have a child," Queen Clarion finished. Tinkerbell stared, flabbergasted.
"Really? How neat! But what if you have a son?" She asked.
"It's always a daughter. No one has ever had a son. Sparrow-men can't have babies, not even human men. It's only women, and in fairies' cases, me," Clarion replied.
"Wow…but, what if you don't find someone?" Tinkerbell asked her.
"If I do not find anyone by summer, the Ministers will pick someone for me," She said, a bit sad.
"But that's crazy! What if you don't fall in love?" Tinkerbell exclaimed.
"Then I have no choice. I would have to accept,"
"But why? Wait…what if you refuse. What if you don't have a daughter? What if you don't give birth at all?" She asked, curious.
"Then I…and all of Pixie Hollow…will die. It will cease to exist, and be gone forever," Queen Clarion said sadly. Tinkerbell gasped and brought a hand to her mouth.
"I'm so sorry, Queen Clarion…" Tinkerbell said, feeling her Queen's pain.
"It's alright Tinkerbell," Clarion smiled.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I'm afraid this is something neither of us can fix" The room fell silent for a moment. They both thought things over.
"One more question," Tink said "…How are babies made?"