Fragile Eternity
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No. One month of fealty in my presence, and then you leave Faerie and return to the mortal realm for eleven months there. She let a glamour fall over her until she looked like every dream hed ever haveperfect and untouchable and somehow deserving of worship for it. You may, of course, petition me to stay here for those eleven months as well.
Seth reached up and gripped the charm Niall had given him. He squeezed until he thought the smooth stone might cut into his skin. It was little, if any, use in this moment. Dont hold your breath for that.
Do you choose to accept my offer, Seth Morgan?
He shook his head as if to clear the spider webs that seemed to be wrapping around him as she spoke. I do.
Its your choice. Come to me if you would choose this. Do you choose to accept this, Seth Morgan?
He came closer, letting himself be pulled toward her by tendrils he couldnt see. Intangible fibers wrapped around him; they would weave him to her, assure him a place in a world of purity, protect him from the taint of mortality when he was outside Faerie.
And sheisFaerie. Shes everything.
I do choose this, he said for the second time.
To be subject to a faery queen is to give every breath at her command. With no hesitation, you offer your fealty and presence here in Faerie for a month each year as long as you draw breath?
He was kneeling on the earth in front of her, touching her perfect hand. In her eyes, moonlit slivers beckoned. Hed be destroyed by them if he erred. He let go of the charm hed been clutching so he could reach out to her.
My queen.
Will you give me your last breath if I ask it of you? Do you choose to accept what Im offering you, Seth?
He shivered. I will. I do. Ichoose this.
Then give me my kiss, mortal.
Sorcha waited. The Summer Queens mortal knelt at her feet, clutching her hand, and unable to shake free of her residual glamour, despite his charm, despite her gentleness. She held her appeal in check, but this mortal was meant to be hers. Shed seen it when he first stood in front of her, boldly asking for the gift of immortality. She saw it now when she looked to the future. Seth Morgan belonged to her, to her court, to Faerie. He matteredand he needed to be not just a faery, but strong as few faeries were.
As he faltered, she debated the wisdom of how shed chosen to make this so. It was of her own self she was giving. He had no need to know that or to know what a rarity it was. Simply because she could engender a transfer didnt mean she often did so. Mortals simply didnt become faeries, not without being bound to the faery whod shared an essence with them. There were two ways to do soas a loved one or as chattel. If he came to her more out of pure selfishness, shed offer him only selfish use. If he offered more selflessness than self-gain, shed return that generosity.
A kiss to finalize our bargain, to unmake your mortality Sorcha didnt let her hopes into her voice. She wanted him to be worthy of what she was giving to him; she believed him to be so. He could still turn away; he could fail her in this moment.
Youre not her, he whispered. Only should kiss her.
Be strong, Seth. She kept her glamour in check. If you want this, you must give me my kiss.
Give you a kiss. His words werent slurred or unclear, but they were slower.
Sorcha couldnt reach out. She couldnt take his will-power. The choice was his; it was always theirs. Seal the bargain, or reject the offer.
His eyes were unfocused; his heartbeat was rapid. Then he quirked his metal-decorated brow, and she saw a spark of something unexpected.
Yes, my queen. He held her gaze as he turned her hand palm up. Then, he gently kissed her palm. Your kiss.
For a moment, Sorcha didnt react at all. Here was a bold one. Mortals strong enough to resist the temptation of the Unchanging Queen were a rare treasure. Bananach had been right; her own visions of what might be were true: this mortal was different.
Wars are fought over lesser things.
She aided him to his feet, holding his hand in hers as his body began to sway under the first crush of the change. Our deal is binding.
He pulled away. Good.
She had intended to leave him drunk on a kiss, lost under a narcotic touch that would lessen the pain.He ought not have to suffer for being clever. Its not unfair to offer a kindness to my subject. When Keenan had changed his mortal girls, they had almost a full year to adjust. Seth had only a monthand within Faerie. The first wave of change would be harsh.
She didnt allow her subjects to suffer unnecessary cruelty. It was irrational. Give me the charm.
She was his queen now: Seth obeyed.
Then the High Queen donned a glamour to look like hisother queen. Seth? Come here.
Ash? He stared at Sorcha in confusion.
She held her hands out. Let me help you.
I feelwrong , Ash. Sick, he muttered, weaving slightly on his feet as he tried to look around. Whered you come from? Missed you.
Ive been here all along, Sorcha told him.
Few truths were more complete than that revelation.
Need to sit down. He stretched a hand out for a wall that was not there.
Sorcha stroked his face. Mortals have no business playing in this world. Sometimes they attract the wrong attention.
Just trying to keepyour attention. He leaned his forehead against hers briefly and then pulled back with a puzzled look. Youre not this tall.
Shhh. Then she kissed him while his mortality was pushed out by the new faery energy coursing into his body. She let her own calming breath slip into him. It wouldnt take away all the pain, but it would help. Sorcha could remake the world in Faerie, but she couldnt change everything. Pain, pleasure, sickness, longing, there were things that even the High Queen couldnt affect.
Seth reached up and gripped the charm Niall had given him. He squeezed until he thought the smooth stone might cut into his skin. It was little, if any, use in this moment. Dont hold your breath for that.
Do you choose to accept my offer, Seth Morgan?
He shook his head as if to clear the spider webs that seemed to be wrapping around him as she spoke. I do.
Its your choice. Come to me if you would choose this. Do you choose to accept this, Seth Morgan?
He came closer, letting himself be pulled toward her by tendrils he couldnt see. Intangible fibers wrapped around him; they would weave him to her, assure him a place in a world of purity, protect him from the taint of mortality when he was outside Faerie.
And sheisFaerie. Shes everything.
I do choose this, he said for the second time.
To be subject to a faery queen is to give every breath at her command. With no hesitation, you offer your fealty and presence here in Faerie for a month each year as long as you draw breath?
He was kneeling on the earth in front of her, touching her perfect hand. In her eyes, moonlit slivers beckoned. Hed be destroyed by them if he erred. He let go of the charm hed been clutching so he could reach out to her.
My queen.
Will you give me your last breath if I ask it of you? Do you choose to accept what Im offering you, Seth?
He shivered. I will. I do. Ichoose this.
Then give me my kiss, mortal.
Sorcha waited. The Summer Queens mortal knelt at her feet, clutching her hand, and unable to shake free of her residual glamour, despite his charm, despite her gentleness. She held her appeal in check, but this mortal was meant to be hers. Shed seen it when he first stood in front of her, boldly asking for the gift of immortality. She saw it now when she looked to the future. Seth Morgan belonged to her, to her court, to Faerie. He matteredand he needed to be not just a faery, but strong as few faeries were.
As he faltered, she debated the wisdom of how shed chosen to make this so. It was of her own self she was giving. He had no need to know that or to know what a rarity it was. Simply because she could engender a transfer didnt mean she often did so. Mortals simply didnt become faeries, not without being bound to the faery whod shared an essence with them. There were two ways to do soas a loved one or as chattel. If he came to her more out of pure selfishness, shed offer him only selfish use. If he offered more selflessness than self-gain, shed return that generosity.
A kiss to finalize our bargain, to unmake your mortality Sorcha didnt let her hopes into her voice. She wanted him to be worthy of what she was giving to him; she believed him to be so. He could still turn away; he could fail her in this moment.
Youre not her, he whispered. Only should kiss her.
Be strong, Seth. She kept her glamour in check. If you want this, you must give me my kiss.
Give you a kiss. His words werent slurred or unclear, but they were slower.
Sorcha couldnt reach out. She couldnt take his will-power. The choice was his; it was always theirs. Seal the bargain, or reject the offer.
His eyes were unfocused; his heartbeat was rapid. Then he quirked his metal-decorated brow, and she saw a spark of something unexpected.
Yes, my queen. He held her gaze as he turned her hand palm up. Then, he gently kissed her palm. Your kiss.
For a moment, Sorcha didnt react at all. Here was a bold one. Mortals strong enough to resist the temptation of the Unchanging Queen were a rare treasure. Bananach had been right; her own visions of what might be were true: this mortal was different.
Wars are fought over lesser things.
She aided him to his feet, holding his hand in hers as his body began to sway under the first crush of the change. Our deal is binding.
He pulled away. Good.
She had intended to leave him drunk on a kiss, lost under a narcotic touch that would lessen the pain.He ought not have to suffer for being clever. Its not unfair to offer a kindness to my subject. When Keenan had changed his mortal girls, they had almost a full year to adjust. Seth had only a monthand within Faerie. The first wave of change would be harsh.
She didnt allow her subjects to suffer unnecessary cruelty. It was irrational. Give me the charm.
She was his queen now: Seth obeyed.
Then the High Queen donned a glamour to look like hisother queen. Seth? Come here.
Ash? He stared at Sorcha in confusion.
She held her hands out. Let me help you.
I feelwrong , Ash. Sick, he muttered, weaving slightly on his feet as he tried to look around. Whered you come from? Missed you.
Ive been here all along, Sorcha told him.
Few truths were more complete than that revelation.
Need to sit down. He stretched a hand out for a wall that was not there.
Sorcha stroked his face. Mortals have no business playing in this world. Sometimes they attract the wrong attention.
Just trying to keepyour attention. He leaned his forehead against hers briefly and then pulled back with a puzzled look. Youre not this tall.
Shhh. Then she kissed him while his mortality was pushed out by the new faery energy coursing into his body. She let her own calming breath slip into him. It wouldnt take away all the pain, but it would help. Sorcha could remake the world in Faerie, but she couldnt change everything. Pain, pleasure, sickness, longing, there were things that even the High Queen couldnt affect.
