"I would prefer not to do either your majesty." I said. I just couldn't I loved my hair, wild and free. it reminded me of my mother's spirit. And my father had never worn tatoos. I sighed. "How would you like me to braid your hair, your majesty?" I asked sadly.
"It was." I glared. "Now I have to spend the evening with her!" I growled and hit the wall next to Lilith, making a slight dent. "Sorry. I'm just mad."
I shrugged. "Your decision. I noticed Owen's latest girl has her hair done. Not even just a few? At the top, here," I said pointing.
She shook her head. "My hair's far too curly, they would look out of place."
"Well, then, will you redo mine? Only the ones that are already in. No need to overdo it. There's only a dozen or so."
She nodded and began unplaiting on one side, as I did the other. It didn't take long. Two of my other handmaidens assisted her in replaiting them. They finished quickly. I turned my head to look at the effect of the blue beads and feathers against the black curtain of hair. I smiled.
One of my handmaidens helped me into a blue dress to match, the skirts trailing on the floor. I looked at my arms, still covered in the human's blood. Her body would be on display this evening.
I contemplated washing it off to please Tristan, but decided against it. He would have to follow my orders anyway.
I nodded to my handmaidens and we went to the ballroom.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
Lilith smiled sadly and shook her head. "It's fine. Just try and calm down," she smiled nervously. Grace giggled from her shoulders and climbed over to Tristan's hugging his head. Lilith let out a small laugh and smiled.
"Lilith, please come with me!" I begged. "I have to go now, but I want you to come with. Don't bring Grace. Not tonight. she'd get scared. but don't make me face the evil Queen alone!"
Aurora:
I danced with several partners, but I felt empty. I sighed and went out to the courtyard, getting away from everyone. I didn't want to be with anyone. and Owen didn't want me. Not anymore. he never did. I was a worthless speck in his sight. why did it hurt so much? why couldn't I just get over it? I burried my head and cried.
Lilith smiled sadly and picked up Grace. "Okay, Grace, go back to the room and play with the dolls. I'll be there in a little while." Grace let out a giggle and ran back to the room, singing to herself. Lilith smiled at Tristan and nodded.
Lilith smiled and looked around the ballroom, watching the queen stare at them. She shivered and shook her head slowly. "She gives me the creeps," she whispered, slight humor in her voice.
I caught sight of Tristan as he came in. I rose and walked down to him.
"Tristan," I said softly, knowing the use of his name would give me more power. "And Lilith," I added, that thought still in my mind.
I smiled at Tristan. "Won't you dance with me? I'm afraid Owen is unable to play after Aurora shot him." I laughed. "True love?"
He shrugged, indifferent. "If you say so."
"Come, dance with me Tristan," I said. "I'm sure the human can find one of my courtiers to entertain her." I took his hand, soft and warm in mine, and placed it on my waist. I locked my arms around his neck and twirled him away. How lovely he felt! How human!
The girl watched us angrily.
Owen-
"I'm going to go outside," I whispered to Asteria. "No, don't get up. You must be tired." I kissed her hand and went out into the courtyard.
I reached the balustrade and sighed. What was wrong with me? Asteria was beautiful, as beautiful as the Queen herself. She was witty and clever, and she understood what it felt like to fly.
So why didn't I want her? Why was the only thing I could think of that clingy, shy thing that obviously detested me so much that she shot me?
"Owen, you complete and utter idiot," I said to myself.
Behind me, I heard somebody sniff from the shadows.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
I glared at her. "Why do you like me so much?!" I demanded, disgusted.
Aurora:
I sniffed. My makeup was ruined. I knew it was, but I didn't care. I missed him so much. I cried harder. I just couldn't live without him, even if he didn't care about me.
I pushed him away from me. "Don't you realise?" I asked him angrily. "You do not spurn the affections of the Queen if you hold anything on this earth dear! You are nothing, do you hear, nothing! I can have you done away with in a second! I could kill you right now, and have your blood on my hands."
"Then why don't you?" he asked nastily.
"Because," I lowered my voice. "Don't you understand? Eons ago, millennia ago, somebody cast a spell. We haven't been able to reverse it. Every faerie queen must be drawn to humans above all else, whether for love, or for death. I am for both. It isn't something I choose."
"Then why don't you just say that, instead of playing these stupid games all the time?"
"I can't just say it, that's the point! If I just said it, I could never make you fall in love with me, could I?"
"You still won't be able to, no matter what you do."
"Yes, but the point is I can't stop trying."
Owen-
[these two are so dysfunctional]
"I wasn't going to ask you to dance," I said coldly. "But since you do not desire my company, don't worry, I shan't bother you again."
I flitted up into the air, then paused and turned.
"You could have changed me you know."
Then I flew up into the night.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
