"I think red would be better, bold and dangerous, that’s the kind of passion I want saturating the ballroom on that day. There’s no chance for dullness." Queen Maeve selected from the nurous fabrics handed to her by the Fae committee in charge of the preparation.
Two days was all that was left to the matchmaking ball and she had to ensure that no stone was left unturned. Queen Maeve was investing her whole ti on this knowing that it was essential for her precious son Valerie’s future. She would do anything, go to any length to secure that throne for him. Not that the bastard son appreciates her gesture.
It seems that the announcent of the ball only worsened the already frail relationship between her and Valerie. She barely catches a glimpse of Valerie, not to ntion that he’s busy at court and she couldn’t exactly demand he forfeited his duty and saw her. Even the other family mbers at the table noticed the strained relationship with her son and it was quite embarrassing.
But no one dared to question what was going on, not when they were aware of everything.
Islinda.
All of this started with that puny human and the damned bitch has done enough damage that would last a century or two. Fae’s have long lives after all and Valerie couldn’t be mad at her forever. But this wouldn’t be a problem, not after the ball because her son would have no choice but to choose a fiancée and she would ensure wedding preparation follows up imdiately. There will be no ti for Valerie to chase after the human — if she survives anyway.
She was absorbed with the preparation only for soone to tap her gently on the shoulder and she turned to her handmaiden with an inquisitive look.
"Your majesty, Fae Queen Maeve," She curtsied, "If I may have your attention."
Perhaps, it was the signature look on her face, Queen Maeve quickly straightened up and announced, "This is where I end today’s eting. If there are other changes to the arrangent, do bring it up tomorrow. Have a nice day," She stood elegantly.
"Tell you have good news," Queen Maeve dropped her voice to a whisper, her expression blank.
"He has returned and has a ssage for us." The handmaiden inford her, glancing around to see no one had their attention on them. Even the other Fae attendants kept their eyes down and would not dare to speak a word even if they heard sothing.
"I guess celebration is in order," She relaxed, "Prepare us a drink then."
"Yes, Your Majesty," The Fae bowed her head and swiftly moved out of the way as the Fae Queen started the walk back to her quarters.
"No one enters," The Queen ordered as soon she walked in, shutting the door closed.
Queen Maeve’s living quarters were spaceful but she knew well to locate her mysterious visitor in the balcony. As soon as her eyes rested on the handso-looking Fae resting his arm on the stone balustrade and staring out, her features brightened.
"Ramirez," She called his na, albeit tenderly.
"Your majesty, the Fae Queen Maeve," The Fae muttered, unfazed by her title, and only turned at the last minute to et her face.
The both of them stared at each other and while Queen Maeve had longing in her eyes, the Fae dressed thoroughly in black was unreadable. There was tension in his fra as if ready to bolt if anything went wrong, and his cat-like eyes scanned the environnt carefully. His body was built like a warrior’s and there was enough hardness in his eyes to suggest he had seen enough bloodshed.
A knock sounded on the door before her handmaiden ca in and delivered the drinks, leaving the sa way she ca. This was not the first ti she had witnessed such a eting and wasn’t privy to it.
"Co have a drink." Queen Maeve walked inside, beckoning Ramirez to follow.
"I didn’t co here to chit-chat with you, Queen Fae but to deliver a ssage," He claid and yet was doing another by walking into the Queen’s bedroom.
Queen Maeve was smug at her ability to control him. She took both teas from the tray and went to hand a cup to him.
"Here," She handed one to him, not that he received it. Ramirez stood at the spot with his hand clasped behind him.
"Rosalind has been eliminated as you instructed, but the human still lives. Killing the Fae was not easy, but touching the human was harder, Prince Aldric has people guarding her like a precious baby chicken."
"Hmmm, is that so?" Queen Maeve sipped her tea, unfazed by the fact she employed an assassin Fae to end the other Fae who had been working for her.
When information reached her that Rosalind had been captured — of course, she wasn’t the only spy she planted at Aldric’s castle — she had panicked knowing that all hell would be let loose once Prince Aldric found out she ordered the assassination of his human.
Of course, she could not be brought down by such a low and la accusation, the problem was Aldric. She had heard tales of how vindictive the dark Fae bastard could be and didn’t want him to co after her. She could only provoke him, but not directly. With no evidence, Adric cannot co at her.
Not to ntion, unlike her, Aldric has nothing to lose and could forfeit his own life just to bring her down. The bastard Aldric has no weakness and could go after Valerie to hurt her in turn. She can’t let her actions affect Valerie, which is why she has been careful until Rosalind ssed up.
"I thought as much such would happen. It’s fine, I’ll just have to get rid of her at the ball," Fae Queen Maeve made up her mind, ideas running through her head.
Ramirez blinked, "You would risk incurring Prince Aldric’s ire?"
"Not if I can push the bla to soone else." Queen Maeve hinted, a malicious glint in her eyes
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