For some reason, Keenan suddenly began to spend more time with us. For those days, the days he spent with us, a happiness filled my being. I was happy, ecstatic. Joyful. When Keenan held me, brushing his lips against my cheek, my neck, peeling away my gauzy gown, I felt wanted. Vibrant.

Only later did I find out that Keenan and Queen Aislinn had gotten into an argument, and Keenan had spent more time with us to let out pent-up emotions. I felt hurt, but I was still happy. I even spent more time with the Summer Girls, dancing and laughing. My feelings of being abandoned and alone had been pushed to the back of my mind.

Until Keenan began neglecting us again, when he and Aislinn had made up. I sank back into my depression, feeling alone once more.

A few days after Keenan and Aislinn had resolved their differences (for the time being), Aislinn got into a slight argument with her mortal. They argued about something, in front of Keenan and his advisors. I watched from the kitchen doorway, peeking around the frame of it. I couldn't hear what Aislinn and her mortal were saying, as they were arguing in hushed voices. Finally her mortal stormed out of the front door of the loft, and Aislinn went off towards Keenan's room, with Keenan not far behind her.

Out of curiosity, I followed Aislinn's mortal.

I followed him to his home, that horrible steel train car of his. I stayed outside, at the edge of his yard, waiting for something.

Waiting for him.

It was about a half hour later before he came out, wearing a new changes of clothes, and his hair was slightly damp. He stopped when he saw me, and, as if unsure of what to do, he just stared at me.

I stared back, with an equally fierce curiosity. I wanted to talk to him. I didn't know why, but I did.

But I didn't. I simply turned and walked away, going back to Keenan. My master. My Summer King.