His fingers ran softly down her spine as she arched her back in pleasure. Mab opened her eyes to gaze up adoringly at Idath. Her dark hair spilled over his bedsheets. Their bodies moved in a practiced rhythm. Since both of them were sleepless creatures, they never tired and never had to stop if they didn't want to. But all good things must come to an end.

"Must all good things come to an end?"

Idath's voice broke through her reverie. Mab's head snapped up and her eyes burned into Idath's with supreme annoyance. "What are you doing here?" she hissed at him.

"My dear, you have not come to see me recently. Have I upset you in some way?" Idath questioned with worry and tried to pull her into his arms. She moved back out of reach, but Idath pursued her.

"Let me love you." Idath pleaded.

"I don't have time for this. Constantine is ripping my country apart. Go away." Mab muttered quietly.

But Idath insisted and pulled her into his arms. He took her scrying stone from her and gently set it aside. She wrapped her arms around him and cursed him fruitlessly.

"Constantine's descent into madness spells doom for us all milady." Bane caught the bridle of her horse and held it while she gazed ahead at the castle.

"He murders without reason. Everyone would be happy to see him gone."

"I have a plan." his Queen responded.

Bane gazed up at her in hope.

The Saxon warlord watched his men revel in the wealth and riches of their last successful raid. There was gold, food, and drink aplenty. He leaned back comfortably in his throne eyeing the nearby women. Now if he could just secure some land to make a kingdom. He had everything a warlord could want, except land to call his own. But the Roman legions were too fierce. Even if he did succeed in capturing land, he would never be able to hold it for long. He would lose it as soon as the Romans sent soldiers to reclaim it. He gave a small sigh of frustration. "I can give you what you desire." a voice whispered behind him.

He jumped a mile and turned, looking for the person who could have possibly managed to sneak up behind him. He saw no one. He turned around and noticed his men peering at him curiously. The warlord sat back down and displayed a look of nonchalance for his peculiar behavior.

Too much wine, my mind has started playing tricks on me. he reasoned to himself.

He glanced causally to his right and flinched. A strange and fierce looking woman stood next to his throne, gazing out over his men with a measured look. He glanced back out at his men. No one seemed to have noticed this terrifying apparition standing next to him. He took another peek at her, hoping she had vanished and he wasn't truly losing his mind.

Now she was staring right at him. His eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened slightly.

She smiled devilishly and hissed, "Your men will notice if you keep gaping at a patch of thin air."

The warlord shut his mouth instantly and averted his eyes. "What are you?" he whispered, trying to speak without obviously moving his mouth.

"I can give you what you want." she offered, completely ignoring his question. "There are rich lands to the north of here across the sea. They are ripe for the taking, groaning under the tyranny of a Christian king."

He laughed aloud at this and a few people glanced at him bewildered. "You mean Briton. That's Roman land. I'll never be able to take it and keep it."

"Not so. The Empire has begun to fall apart due to its own corruption. They will pay no attention to Briton even if Constantine begs." She moved around to the front and stared down at him with intensity.

The apparition vanished silently right in front of his eyes, but her voice continued, "This is your chance, Vortigern..."

Mab gazed down sadly at Ambrosia's weaken, aged form. She was sick. Her priestesses were known for having a vitality and longer life than normal due to their deep connection with the fae. They rarely, if ever, became sick themselves. They were healers of the sick.

Everything was going wrong. Vortigern had betrayed her. He had killed a tyrant only to become a tyrant himself. She and Idath had had a terrible argument last week. Everything was spiraling out of control and she didn't know if she would be able to survive the crash.

I'll keep writing this fic as long as I continue to have ideas for it. And yes I still have more ideas so this story is not finished yet.

If you have any ideas about Mab's past, no matter how small, message me and I might work it in.

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