Author's Note

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Chapter 2

Andais watched the sidhe enter the throne room. Many different colored skins scattered the room, making it look like a collage. I sighed impatiently, looking over at my mother, who sat beside King Sholto. The creatures of the Sluagh decorated the walls and ceilings behind them. My mother wasn't Queen of the Unseelie until Andais decided to give up the crown or die, so for now Meredith ruled with Sholto.

My brother touched my forearm, a light tap, making me look at him. His face was politely blank, but his eyes said so much he could not speak out loud.

"Why can't we sit with mother?" I asked quietly, looking at the Queen.

As if I had called her name, her tri-grey eyes turned to me. If she has heard my question, Andais did not show any signs of anger, or emotion at that.

Slowly I turned my gaze back to the sidhe, now seated according to their house. The head of each house was turned to the dais, watching and waiting for the Queen to speak. No one had any idea as to why we were all here. If the Queen willed it, we would come.

I shifted nervously in my throne. The Queen had ordered it so that my brother and I had a seat on the dais. After all, we were hers to show off. My mother had suggested us sitting with her and King Sholto, but Andais said we were hers either way. So we were sitting on matching thrones, just a tad below hers, looking like the epitome of perfection, which I highly doubt I was.

The Queen finally cleared her throat to speak, breaking the awkward silence that filled the room.

"I have called you all here to feast in honor of," she paused. Eamon touched her shoulder and willed her to continue, "My son, Cel."

There were gasps and cries at the name. So the Queen did have a child, a son named Cel. I could not, but wonder what had happened to this son. I would never ask the Queen, she would tell me on her own. It was the way of the sidhe. Once the room was quiet again Andais stood up.

"He was my only child and we will honor him, regardless of his decisions."

Her voice was strong, but wavered of unsaid emotions. Andais grieved for her lost son and it made me wonder what he had done to get such a fearful response from the court. I looked at my mother, who had on a pleasant look. It was her mask whenever she was a t court, which seemed to be a danger to her. I just wanted to go back to Los Angeles, my real home. The Unseelie court was just a place to my brother and I, even though my mother and fathers call it home.

"What is wrong, my dear niece?" Andais asked mockingly.

I turned back to look at her and found the Queen looking at my mother. Nothing good would come of this.

"Nothing is wrong, Aunt Andais," Meredith said, her voice calm.

The Queen turned her attention back toward the court and smiled. It wasn't a sweet look, but a sadistic smile, as if she were planning to torture someone. Within minutes long tables were placed before us. The food came out by course, starting with the salad. Whenever the Queen ate, we ate and when she drank, we drank. It was as if we were mimicking her every move, which I had grown tired of. When the Queen had declared the feast over, the sidhe were told to leave the throne room until the royal family and their guards were left alone.

"Shut the doors, Carrow," Andais ordered.

Once the doors we closed my aunt looked at my brother and me, smiling wickedly.

"Did you enjoy yourselves?" She asked.

Roane and I nodded in unison, something we did unconsciously. The Queen laughed an amused sound. Roane bowed at the neck and looked at me. I smiled and curtsied, holding the pose until I was told otherwise by the Queen. Andais waved her hand at the guards and they went on one knee bowing their heads.

"Bring me our entertainment, now!" She ordered angrily.

They left the room to go to the dungeon. It was called the Hallway of Mortality, the Queen's own creation. My mother touched my arm, making me look up at her.

"Ivi and Hawthorne will bring you to your room," she said with a smile.

"All right, goodnight then," I replied standing up straight.

Roane grabbed my hand before I could walk down the dais.

"Aunt Andais did not say we could go, Maeve."

Andais watched the emotions run across my face. She laughed wickedly.

"It is all right, both of you may go," she said, and then added, "This is not something children should watch."

She said the word children as if she had a nasty taste on her tongue. The anger began to build inside me. I curtsied again and turned to the empty room, where the sidhe had been. Roane still had my hand, which meant he would not let me leave until I controlled my power.

"Let me go, Roane," I spat, my voice highly acidic.

He let go of my hand immediately, as if I had burned him and stood up. I looked up at him, he was at least two feet taller than I, and my eyes began to glow from the anger.

"Good night, Sister," Roane said before stepping off the dais.

When he had left the room, I gathered my power and willed it to hide inside me until I was safely in my own bedroom. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly before stepping off the dais. Walking out of a room with dignity and pride was hard to do in my family, but I managed.

So that was Chapter 2 ! Hoped you all enjoyed it. :)

NEW CHARACTER ALERT!
Next chapter is going to have IVI and HAWTHORNE.
And a SURPRISE character! LOL

Any suggestions as to when I should start the LEMONS?

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