I haven't seen Nuada in more than a week, and Corym barely speaks to me.

Nodding and going about as if I dont matter. What is he mad about, he knew that my body was reserved for Nuada, he was to be my husband.

Tired of his attitude, I relieve him of his duties for the day. Taking tea in the solarium, with Nuala, a strange creature, huge and blueish green enters.

"Mr. Wink, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Inquires Nuala.

He responds in a foreign tongue, and offering me a shy, blushing smile, she replies.

"My brother wishes a word with you."

I'm afraid to see him in private, afraid that he'll make good on his threat, after what I did.

"He's perfectly capable of coming to me, tell him that."

A few more words, and he leaves us. Imagine that, me not being worthy of being called upon. I'm to be fetched, and called at his command.

We'll see...

And I get to see, soon after. He's a brute, barging into the room topling our table, forcing us to come to our feet. "Get out!" He demands, of Nuala.

"She doesn't have to go anywhere!" I scream, I've had enough of him, and everybody else.

Waiting for her response, she gives me a small bow, and leaves me to face his wrath alone.

Fine, but I'm not going down without a fight. "What do you want?"

His answer surprises me.

"You."

I don't know what happened, but the potion didn't work correctly. He's not supposed to be like this, still desiring me. But I'm not the one, to turn down the advances of an adept lover.

After that night. I couldn't keep my thoughts away from him. I desired his company, his body, and not having access to him, irritated me.

Something has taken hold, and I know that it had something to do with that elixer, that I'd concocted.

Slowly backing away from him, he advances, a table stopping my retreat. Covering the distance between us, he does what I long to do to him, inhale my scent.

"What have you done to me?"

"I didn't do anything." I state, quietly.

"Your spell hasn't wore off, I'm still attracted to your allure."

"Then I'm afraid that you've cast a spell on me also, as we're both under the influence of each other's appeal."

His hand gently caressing my cheek, wanders slowly lower. Drawing a small breath, as his fingers make a connection with the tip of my breast, his watchful gaze, heats my body in anticipation.

Turning away from me, his back to me, unsure, I reach for him.

"Undo what you've done." He states, before leaving me.