Chapter 3

"Eric, Darling?"

Eric cringed as he heard his name being called by his "Wife", Her Majesty, The Queen of Oklahoma, Freyda. She has consistently been pestering him in renewing their contract for the last 55 years. It has ceased to be just annoying. One of these days, he just might meet the sun to stop hearing her constant yammering.

""Your Majesty? ", he asked.

"Have you considered renewing our marriage contract?", she questions.

"I am still thinking about it, my Queen."

"Well, don't take too long thinking about it. Seriously, Eric? What is there to think about? We both know I am beautiful, rich and intelligent. I am a good Queen. What more could you ask for in a wife? Sign the damn thing already so we can work on better things.", Freyda stated.

'Like hell', Eric thought

Aloud, he said, " I have much to consider my Queen. I have not seen my children in nearly 200 years. I long to see them and as the human say "catch up" with them and their businesses."

"Then you might as well sign now." , she said.

"Your Majesty?", questions Eric.

Freyda smirks. "Did you not think that I will keep tabs on your progenies? Of course I will, dearest husband!"

"Your lovely Pam is still in Area 5. A very good Sheriff, they said. It is rumored that she is being considered to be King Felipe De Castro's Second-in Command for Louisiana. She recently opened an upscale bar and restaurant at the urging of the Queen Consort. She co-manages De Castro's newest casino along with your other progeny, Karin. Incidentally, Karin is also the Head of Security of the Queen Consort. "

Eric already knew as much. He also assumed that Freyda is spying in his interests. He's right. After all, he would have done the same.

Freyda glanced at the Viking. With a sly look on her face, "Your beloved telepath married a shifter a year after you left and had two puppies. Sadly, both had not inherited her abilities. They were married 40 years. It is said that she went mad with grief. De Castro himself saw how broken she was. It was then that De Castro learned she is a distant relative to the Fae Prince Niall Brigant. They both tried to cure her, but ultimately failed. They just settled to have her comfortable until her days ended."

"As a token of gratitude and friendship, Niall created an alliance with Felipe and sealed it by giving one of his granddaughters in marriage. It is a healthy and mutually beneficial alliance, I heard."

"So dear Husband, pledge yourself to me again. You already know how their lives went on. And seeing as the telepath is long gone, you have no more ties to the area. Your progenies are not in need of you. Stay with me and you will gain many more." And with that, she left.

'NOT BLOODY LIKELY, BITCH!" He thought.

Still, Eric pondered her words. He knew all of it, of course.

Something doesn't seem right.

He smells Bullshit.

And when it comes to matters concerning His Sookie, he's got an excellent BS meter.

His Sookie.

His stubborn, infuriating, pig-headed Beloved and achingly beautiful Sookie.

He knew Freyda was telling the truth. Or at least a semblance of it.

He wasn't entirely convinced with the events of what's happened in the last 200 years.

Something smells fishy.

He'll find out.

Good thing, he's got a a very good sense of smell.

Until then, he'll just dream of His Real Wife and what could have been and could be. He desperately wished she is still alive, to see if she is old and wrinkled or simply demented, he wants her.

After 200 years of hungering for her, he'd settle for anything with her.

He'd find her, even if it means going to the Afterlife.

Nothing can make him renew that blasted contract.