The petite redhead sank onto the chair at her ornately carved desk within her suite at Court. The faux sunlight streaming in through the nearby window was supposed to brighten her mood but it only reminded her of the lack of real sleep she was suffering from.
Why am I so worried? It is not like this is the first thing at Court I have dealt with. What makes this situation so special that I find myself unable to relax and rest?
The thoughts running through her head only made it worse so Celena pulled a piece of parchment from a drawer and found a pen. Before she really thought about it, the redheaded Faery was writing to the one person who just might understand.
Marion,
Once again, something happened that made me turn to parchment and ink to give you the details. Are you even finding my letters? I suppose I could leave the Courts for a few hours to find out but I know someone would find out. Then the questions would begin, questions that will lead to things that will upset the delicate balance of power the Glanconer and I hold right now. I cannot have that. You will just have to understand that and live with it. Now onto the real reason I am writing.
Last night at one of the many Court functions I have been forced to endure, I saw something that should have turned my world upside down. At least that is how I imagined I should feel. How is one supposed to feel when coming face to face with their own child for the first time? I wager it is not to respond with a complete lack of emotion.
Yes, I saw our child. She was in the arms of Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness, being introduced as the Spring Equinox’ sacrifice. The entire time Mab spoke, Tiernan watched me with gleeful anticipation. I did not realize why until I got a look at the child. I recognized what she was but that was all. This was when I mentally jabbed the Glanconer with as much force as possible. He wasn’t pleased and looked aside to me. Our eyes met and I arched a brow before glancing to where Mab held the child. Oh sure, the whole exchange was without words but Tiernan saw it. It was a mistake I should not have made.
No, do not worry. The child shall live because I forced Phelan to hold to the promise you forced him to make. The question is whom did I do it for? You? The child? Or myself? I am not sure which and really do not care to linger on the whys. Doing that will continue to cause lack of sleep and leave me unprepared for all I must do here.
I know you have said that politics is not something you really understand but it is part of me. Because of that, I cannot have these occasional outbursts of emotions to distract me. I would rather see the knife that is about ready to embedded itself in my back because of all this so I can avoid it.
Can you understand that? Or will you label me a heartless bitch?
Until next time, ~C
With the letter finished, Celena sat back and read it over. She knew without a shadow of doubt that this letter would cause problems. There were parts of it that were too flippant and without emotion but it could not be helped. It was better to outline the details and explain there was no need to worry. At least that was what the voice in her head kept telling her.
The Fae shook her head and began the task of readying the letter to be sent on its way. Only once her seal was set in place, did Celena let out a breath that seemed to send the tension right out with it. And then she began the spell that would send the letter to the Chateau as she had done the last two times. The only problem was that within seconds things went wrong. Really wrong.
The world was a swirling mess that made Celena dizzy and disoriented. She felt as if she was falling and when she landed it knocked the breath right out of her. When she was able to open her eyes and focus, the sight that greeted her wasn’t exactly one she had wanted to see. The albino bastard of a god she had spent who knows how many nights with was standing there with a grim look that should have scared the living hell right out of her.
Instead, Celena reacted immediately to the danger the situation put her in and it came out in Gaelic and several other languages before she settled into English. "You had no right to do that, Marion. Let alone you should not have been able to. What in the hell were you thinking?”
Who really knew where the meeting of long time lovers separated by politics and a fuzzy memory was going but one thing was for certain, it was going to be one hell of a ride.
((OOC)) Author:cooper_fanatic Muse: Celena Ducayne Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character Word Count: 867 Warnings: for mild language Challenge: Table #28 Prompt:Mistake This letter is the third 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.