I am still not happy with you for your actions; you had no right to pull me from the Courts. I do not think you understand just what that could have done to my standing here. I doubt highly that even if I did try to explain it that you would understand. Why do I even try to explain? Perhaps to vent my own frustrations and thoughts, Goddess knows I cannot discuss them with the Glanconer. Not now, when so much is at stake. Unbelievably, this is not why I am writing.
The reason for this letter is to inform you of the fact that the Glanconer and I had a very long discussion concerning the last several months, the child stolen from my womb and the memories taken from my mind.
Surprised? I am. I had expected to play the game of not being aware of what happened for much longer but after the discussion of the vernal equinox sacrifice and the forced trip back to the Chateau, I really had no choice. It had to be done.
I cannot commit the discussion to parchment but I can say that I understand things much better. It does not mean I am pleased with the actions taken or even the results but I am certain I can work with the results. I have ambitions where the Court is concerned and they cannot be pushed aside for anything. Not even for your feelings or our child. I will chance what I can in regards to both but not to the point that it will ruin long term plans.
Can you understand that? Or will you consider it a rejection or proof that I can be heartless?
Only time will tell, ~C
As the redhead was setting aside the pen and getting ready to ready the parchment for delivery, a male voice that had some of the same qualities as her own broke the silence of the immediate area.
“Aithne? I know you are here. Why do you insist upon trying to hide from me? You know the effects of the Consort binding as well as I do.”
Celena bit back a sigh and half turned to face the doorway where her dark haired counterpart was waiting for an answer.
“Well of course I am here. I was not trying to hide from you, I was simply catching up with my correspondences.”
The Glanconer watched as she turned back to the parchment to roll it up and seal it closed.
“I assume that is in regards to our little chat, after all who else would you bother to write?”
Celena didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she finished sealing the letter to set it aside with an envelope she had already addressed.
“Stewart, this is who. I do have business interests within the human realm, Phelan. Stewart is quite capable of handling most things but he does still need my guidance on certain matters. Not that I need to explain these things to you. You might be my Consort within the eyes of the Court but we both know that was not really my choice.”
Slowly she turned her head to meet his eyes, arching a brow. The look in her eyes dared the Glanconer to prove her wrong. They both knew he couldn’t so he didn’t bother trying. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Perhaps that is true. But really Aithne, would you have preferred political suicide? The death of all our plans? I think not. You might still be sulky over the whole matter but you know it was for the best. Otherwise you would have left and cut me from your life.”
Whether it was truth or not, Celena didn’t bother answering and instead sent the envelope and sealed parchment off to the same destination with a whispered phrase and a surge of power. Stewart was just going to have to play delivery boy from now on; Celena couldn’t afford another incident like the last time. Not now.
With that taken care of, the petite redhead pushed away from her writing desk and faced her long time mentor. “Well? There was a reason you were looking for me, yes?”
The Glanconer shook his head, took a breath and then stepped forward. Soon he was taking her arm and leading the petite vixen out of the room, “The same reason as always, my dear little fire. The Council awaits.”
Straightening her spine, Celena matched her mentor’s steps, “As if I could really forget.”
Thoughts of what was happening in another realm would just have to wait because the Council waited for no one.
((OOC)) Author:cooper_fanatic Muse: Celena Ducayne Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character Word Count: 772 Challenge: Table #28 Prompt:Chance
This letter is the 4th of ten that will be written to Mari. The only real explanation needed for these letters is that Celena is keeping a promise in some backwards way while exploring the return of certain memories and the feelings, or lack of them, that go with those memories. Comments are always welcome.