Unwanted Love
Unwanted Love
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Fairy tales have been a great source of joy for Humans, although in recent years the feminine movement has distorted them. Princesses in the original tales were hapless maidens with little ability to defend themselves. Which is how women in the time period of the fairy tales were raised not that modern women care. I despise most modern Humans, they are so stupid when dealing with foreign cultures. Humans are still kidnapped and abused by Fey but they are so politically correct that they allow it to happen.
My own mother and father are like a fairy tale. They were the half-Human children of Fey nobles. They were given the job of being ambassadors to the United States after the Humans had their Second Great War. My mother is half-Sidhe while my father is half-Goblin, normally the hatred of their races would have carried over, but Humans are unaware of the Goblin-Sidhe feud. Humans helped my parents marry and that is where they should have had a happily ever after, but they didn’t.
Once my sister and I were born, my parents were separated and only see each other rarely. My sister and I are too strong and neither the Sidhe nor the Goblin courts want more beings such as us. Thus my parents do not get much time to try and produce more siblings for my sister and me.
My sister and I were raised away from our parents and each other. I was raised by kind tricksters. They taught me how to be clever and how to use my powerful Sidhe magic. They also taught me that Fey beauty was different from Human beauty and while I have Goblin coloring, my looks are more Sidhe and that I should fight for my place. Among the Slaugh my sister, Cinder, was taught power was great and even one with minimal magic as she could be stronger than any Sidhe. We formed a bond and together fought for a place in the Sidhe Court.
In a Human fairy tale that would be the beginning of our happily ever after, but Fey truth is not fairy tale. I had begun a romance with a Slaugh Lord who was a Slaugh-Sidhe mix when the Prince of our Court chose me as his consort. I was forced to move into the palace and contact with my Slaugh Lord was gone. I do not weep but I refuse to be a true consort to the prince. He might be able to keep me by his side but he cannot make me his lover.
This is very upsetting for the Prince because the Dual Court Ball is happening. It is the rare time when the Seelie Sidhe and the Unseelie Sidhe courts join for celebration. This happens once every one hundred years. The Prince wishes to show me off to our rival court. This is because I am a member of the Seelie Court, the light and ‘gentler’ of the two courts. I look like I belong to the Unseelie but my Sidhe Grandmother is a light and gentle Sidhe. Unseelie Sidhe love to have the unusual mixed bloods in their court. My sister and I would have joined if not for the fact that it would break our Sidhe grandmother’s heart. The Unseelie would want us for their court and the Prince wishes to have me as his lover, but I refuse.
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My gown was Victorian in style, accentuating my small waist but making my rather large breasts even larger. My bosom is one of my Human traits, most Fey women are small and birdy in figure, but those with Human blood are rather graced in the chest. The dress was a brazen red, a color I would never have chosen for myself, the petticoats were oranges and yellows. It was tacky but it gave me the illusion that I was on fire. Not the most pleasant of thoughts. My long hair was in a complicated braid with red, orange, and yellow ribbons woven through it. Gold held my throat and ears captive in the form of jewelry. I stared at myself in the mirror and thought I looked like a fool.
“You look lovely, my reluctant love,” Prince Leofwin sighed from my door and I turned slowly, my eyes blazing with my fury. “Ah if only that look were passion instead of rage. Come, it is time.” He held out his arm and I took it, letting him lead me to the ballroom.
I did not speak to the Prince, as his Consort, my job was to be in his company, so I was there but I interacted with him as little as possible. Sadly, my protest of my position was being interpreted as being ‘hard to get.’ I am told that many males think this way and I don’t find that thought comforting. I saw King Finvarra and his current Queen waiting by a door and I gave the King an equally scathing glare. He smiled at us, it was well known that the King loathed my sister and me. I think knowing how much I hated his son made it worth potentially having me be Queen when Leofwin was King for Finvarra.
“Smile Lady, you are going to meet creatures more perverse than you,” the King chuckled and I couldn’t stop myself.
“Perhaps the Prince will chose one of them as my replacement,” I cooed and the King turned purple in rage. A Seelie Prince making an Unseelie Lady his consort would tear the courts apart. The doors open and I yanked Leofwin through it quickly. The ballroom was filled with Sidhe. The sight of the Unseelie Sidhe was a shock and I couldn’t help a small smile. While some of the Unseelie were like me, clearly of mixed blood, most were as lovely and beautiful as the Seelie Sidhe from my court. I had never met Unseelie Sidhe before this time and had to go by what the Seelie Sidhe told me. It was clear that there might be some issues of exaggeration.
“Presenting Prince Leofwin and his consort, Lady Ash,” a voice called out and all turned to look at us. As I was scanning the crowd my eyes caught a flash of sunset’s colors. My heart began to pound and the Sidhe man turned to gaze on us. Our eyes met, pure silver looked over my neon-blue and my heart fluttered at the look of longing. Lord Riordan was not just a Slaugh Lord but an Unseelie Lord. I wished to run to him, but Leofwin’s arm held mine. I continued to scan the crown but my eyes would stop on Lord Riordan’s every time I passed him and his lips quirked in a small smile. I returned the gesture as we descended the stairs.
“Now play nice with the Unseelie Ladies,” Leofwin chuckled as he was greeted by many of the Unseelie. His arm released mine and I smirked as I quickly began an illusion, there was another woman in a deep red dress and I began to enchant us to look alike. We were not identical, but close enough that there would be confusion. I caught Lord Riordan’s eyes past her and he smirked more as he tilted his head toward the garden.
I took my time, slipping through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with Unseelie here and there, many seemed interested in me but I kept a cool demeanor. It was too easy to slip into the garden. I heard the scrap of claws on wood and I looked up to see a sunset colored form in the darkness. I was silent as I scaled the tree quickly stepping onto the branch beside Lord Riordan. He turned and looked at me, extending his arm, showing off the favor he still wore. A lock of my hair, enchanted into a braid, was wrapped around his wrist. My fingers stroked my favor and I knew he was no illusion. My hand gently moved to cup his cheek. His hands wrapped around my hips, pulling me towards him.
It was an innocent embrace for neither one of us had taken a lover before. Few women would risk exposure to his spines and few men would risk my fangs. We were gentle with the other, afraid of our own passions more than the danger of our partner’s. I tilted my head up in invitation while he lowered his in acceptance. The kiss was sweet, nothing one would expect from a Slaugh-blooded and a Goblin-blooded. My thumbs ran over his cheeks feeling his face while his arms pulled me close in a gentle hug. His arms wrapped around me completely, one hand gently cupping my shoulder while the other curved around my side.
We pulled back from the kiss and pressed our foreheads together, our eyes gazing deep into the others. I stared at the silver of his eyes and wondered what could give him such a fetching color. He brushed his nose against mine and I smiled as I stroked his hair on his temple.
“I could steal you away,” he whispered.
“I could not join the Unseelie,” I sighed and he nodded.
“You have a good bond with your Seelie kin, just not your court,” he stated. He knew my family was a close one, rare among nobles but respected.
“I knew you were Sidhe-blooded, I didn’t realize you were Unseelie,” I confessed and he laughed.
“You are truly a child,” he sighed and I blushed.
“I am not so much a child that you would not embrace me,” I replied as I kissed him again. There was a cry of pain and we both froze. From our perch we could see a man and a woman in some nearby bushes.
“Shut up, I shan’t have any more of this refusal!” a familiar voice snarled and I saw Prince Leofwin with my illusion covered maiden.
“Well, that’s not good,” I whispered and Riordan nodded. We looked at each other for a moment before we both jumped. I slid down the tree, bouncing silently from branch to branch while he simply fell. I was impressed when he landed without a sound. I quickly dispersed the illusion and pushed through the pushes.
“What is going on here!” I cried and the Prince whipped his head around before looking back in confusion.
“What trickery is this?” he hissed. The Lady was clearly Unseelie and while we shared midnight black hair, her’s was short, a sign of punishment among the Sidhe. Her skin was a light blue, not a gray like mine. But she did have a similar facial structure to me. I couldn’t help myself.
“I see, all Goblin blooded Sidhe Ladies look the same to you!” I cried, doors were opening and a crowd was gathering. Unseelie were beginning to chuckle.
“Lady Mercedes!” Lord Riordan cried as he quickly moved to the Lady’s side. The Prince pulled back as she quickly clung to Lord Riordan. I felt a moment of jealousy but I saw his eyes flicker to me gently and it was gone.
“That’s not true!” the Prince cried and I could see the King looking furious at his son.
“I go to get a moment of fresh air and you are chasing an Unseelie Lady as if she were me?” I cried again adding a flash of my power for dramatic flare. “Can you not tell the difference between blue and ashen flesh? Does just having black hair draw you?” I could see Cinder not far away chuckling with a few Unseelie Lords. I turned towards her and winked quickly.
“I was tricked!” the Prince called as the King and the Unseelie Queen began to advance.
“Lady Ash, you may wish to return to your previous quarters,” King Finvarra growled. “My son has much to answer for.”
“Together then Seelie Brother?” Queen Mab, the Unseelie Queen, asked and King Finvarra nodded.
I felt sorry for Prince Leofwin, but knowing that he was willing to rape me did make it easier to head back home.
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That night my sister embraced me and my grandmother wept to have me return to her manor. My Uncle Anansi even stopped by to warn me about illusion spells, still, only Spider Goblins would have been able to find that one. It was designed to vanish completely on my command. Even the Unseelie Queen would not find its remains.
As I prepared for bed I left my balcony doors open, I was not surprised to feel arms wrap around me. I felt my favor on the wrist of my soon to be lover. I turned to face Lord Riordan.
“He will not be punished for long,” I whispered and Lord Riordan looked down at me before kissing me.
“Then I will have to find a way to make you mine before he is freed,” he purred in a dark tone. I smiled up at him, stroking his cheek.
“I was born nine months after my parents consummated their marriage,” I stated and his eyes widened before he smirked.
“You don’t say, I was born eight months after my mother lay with a Slaugh Lord,” he whispered and I smirked.
“I am so young, only thirty years have I been alive,” I sighed and Lord Riordan smirked.
“I’ve been waiting nearly a hundred to find you, let’s see what happens nine months from tonight,” he purred and pulled the ties to my night gown free. I dropped the piece of fabric from my shoulders, baring myself to him.
“Did you know that many humans consider becoming fat with child a bad thing?” I asked and he snorted.
“I’m not here to listen to Human tales, I’m here for you,” he purred as he began pulling his tunic off.
Fairy tales are not true, they are just stories twisted over time. Real life, even the Fey life, demands that if you want to be happy you must take risks. If Riordan and I produce a child then I am free of Leofwin, in theory. I hope we make a child and that Leofwin respects that it means he cannot have me. I do not want to leave my Seelie home, but if Leofwin will not let me go I will go to the Unseelie court. There is nothing worse than the unwanted love of a Noble Sidhe man.
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Author's Note: Okay I'm trying to write an Ash piece where I don't go into her back story, if any of you are confused please read some of my other Ash pieces. For those who don't understand the mythology of the Fey is that they have a low birthrate so the "dirty" talk at the end where they talk about conception would be a turn on for a speices with a very low birthrate.
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Fairy tales have been a great source of joy for Humans, although in recent years the feminine movement has distorted them. Princesses in the original tales were hapless maidens with little ability to defend themselves. Which is how women in the time period of the fairy tales were raised not that modern women care. I despise most modern Humans, they are so stupid when dealing with foreign cultures. Humans are still kidnapped and abused by Fey but they are so politically correct that they allow it to happen.
My own mother and father are like a fairy tale. They were the half-Human children of Fey nobles. They were given the job of being ambassadors to the United States after the Humans had their Second Great War. My mother is half-Sidhe while my father is half-Goblin, normally the hatred of their races would have carried over, but Humans are unaware of the Goblin-Sidhe feud. Humans helped my parents marry and that is where they should have had a happily ever after, but they didn’t.
Once my sister and I were born, my parents were separated and only see each other rarely. My sister and I are too strong and neither the Sidhe nor the Goblin courts want more beings such as us. Thus my parents do not get much time to try and produce more siblings for my sister and me.
My sister and I were raised away from our parents and each other. I was raised by kind tricksters. They taught me how to be clever and how to use my powerful Sidhe magic. They also taught me that Fey beauty was different from Human beauty and while I have Goblin coloring, my looks are more Sidhe and that I should fight for my place. Among the Slaugh my sister, Cinder, was taught power was great and even one with minimal magic as she could be stronger than any Sidhe. We formed a bond and together fought for a place in the Sidhe Court.
In a Human fairy tale that would be the beginning of our happily ever after, but Fey truth is not fairy tale. I had begun a romance with a Slaugh Lord who was a Slaugh-Sidhe mix when the Prince of our Court chose me as his consort. I was forced to move into the palace and contact with my Slaugh Lord was gone. I do not weep but I refuse to be a true consort to the prince. He might be able to keep me by his side but he cannot make me his lover.
This is very upsetting for the Prince because the Dual Court Ball is happening. It is the rare time when the Seelie Sidhe and the Unseelie Sidhe courts join for celebration. This happens once every one hundred years. The Prince wishes to show me off to our rival court. This is because I am a member of the Seelie Court, the light and ‘gentler’ of the two courts. I look like I belong to the Unseelie but my Sidhe Grandmother is a light and gentle Sidhe. Unseelie Sidhe love to have the unusual mixed bloods in their court. My sister and I would have joined if not for the fact that it would break our Sidhe grandmother’s heart. The Unseelie would want us for their court and the Prince wishes to have me as his lover, but I refuse.
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My gown was Victorian in style, accentuating my small waist but making my rather large breasts even larger. My bosom is one of my Human traits, most Fey women are small and birdy in figure, but those with Human blood are rather graced in the chest. The dress was a brazen red, a color I would never have chosen for myself, the petticoats were oranges and yellows. It was tacky but it gave me the illusion that I was on fire. Not the most pleasant of thoughts. My long hair was in a complicated braid with red, orange, and yellow ribbons woven through it. Gold held my throat and ears captive in the form of jewelry. I stared at myself in the mirror and thought I looked like a fool.
“You look lovely, my reluctant love,” Prince Leofwin sighed from my door and I turned slowly, my eyes blazing with my fury. “Ah if only that look were passion instead of rage. Come, it is time.” He held out his arm and I took it, letting him lead me to the ballroom.
I did not speak to the Prince, as his Consort, my job was to be in his company, so I was there but I interacted with him as little as possible. Sadly, my protest of my position was being interpreted as being ‘hard to get.’ I am told that many males think this way and I don’t find that thought comforting. I saw King Finvarra and his current Queen waiting by a door and I gave the King an equally scathing glare. He smiled at us, it was well known that the King loathed my sister and me. I think knowing how much I hated his son made it worth potentially having me be Queen when Leofwin was King for Finvarra.
“Smile Lady, you are going to meet creatures more perverse than you,” the King chuckled and I couldn’t stop myself.
“Perhaps the Prince will chose one of them as my replacement,” I cooed and the King turned purple in rage. A Seelie Prince making an Unseelie Lady his consort would tear the courts apart. The doors open and I yanked Leofwin through it quickly. The ballroom was filled with Sidhe. The sight of the Unseelie Sidhe was a shock and I couldn’t help a small smile. While some of the Unseelie were like me, clearly of mixed blood, most were as lovely and beautiful as the Seelie Sidhe from my court. I had never met Unseelie Sidhe before this time and had to go by what the Seelie Sidhe told me. It was clear that there might be some issues of exaggeration.
“Presenting Prince Leofwin and his consort, Lady Ash,” a voice called out and all turned to look at us. As I was scanning the crowd my eyes caught a flash of sunset’s colors. My heart began to pound and the Sidhe man turned to gaze on us. Our eyes met, pure silver looked over my neon-blue and my heart fluttered at the look of longing. Lord Riordan was not just a Slaugh Lord but an Unseelie Lord. I wished to run to him, but Leofwin’s arm held mine. I continued to scan the crown but my eyes would stop on Lord Riordan’s every time I passed him and his lips quirked in a small smile. I returned the gesture as we descended the stairs.
“Now play nice with the Unseelie Ladies,” Leofwin chuckled as he was greeted by many of the Unseelie. His arm released mine and I smirked as I quickly began an illusion, there was another woman in a deep red dress and I began to enchant us to look alike. We were not identical, but close enough that there would be confusion. I caught Lord Riordan’s eyes past her and he smirked more as he tilted his head toward the garden.
I took my time, slipping through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with Unseelie here and there, many seemed interested in me but I kept a cool demeanor. It was too easy to slip into the garden. I heard the scrap of claws on wood and I looked up to see a sunset colored form in the darkness. I was silent as I scaled the tree quickly stepping onto the branch beside Lord Riordan. He turned and looked at me, extending his arm, showing off the favor he still wore. A lock of my hair, enchanted into a braid, was wrapped around his wrist. My fingers stroked my favor and I knew he was no illusion. My hand gently moved to cup his cheek. His hands wrapped around my hips, pulling me towards him.
It was an innocent embrace for neither one of us had taken a lover before. Few women would risk exposure to his spines and few men would risk my fangs. We were gentle with the other, afraid of our own passions more than the danger of our partner’s. I tilted my head up in invitation while he lowered his in acceptance. The kiss was sweet, nothing one would expect from a Slaugh-blooded and a Goblin-blooded. My thumbs ran over his cheeks feeling his face while his arms pulled me close in a gentle hug. His arms wrapped around me completely, one hand gently cupping my shoulder while the other curved around my side.
We pulled back from the kiss and pressed our foreheads together, our eyes gazing deep into the others. I stared at the silver of his eyes and wondered what could give him such a fetching color. He brushed his nose against mine and I smiled as I stroked his hair on his temple.
“I could steal you away,” he whispered.
“I could not join the Unseelie,” I sighed and he nodded.
“You have a good bond with your Seelie kin, just not your court,” he stated. He knew my family was a close one, rare among nobles but respected.
“I knew you were Sidhe-blooded, I didn’t realize you were Unseelie,” I confessed and he laughed.
“You are truly a child,” he sighed and I blushed.
“I am not so much a child that you would not embrace me,” I replied as I kissed him again. There was a cry of pain and we both froze. From our perch we could see a man and a woman in some nearby bushes.
“Shut up, I shan’t have any more of this refusal!” a familiar voice snarled and I saw Prince Leofwin with my illusion covered maiden.
“Well, that’s not good,” I whispered and Riordan nodded. We looked at each other for a moment before we both jumped. I slid down the tree, bouncing silently from branch to branch while he simply fell. I was impressed when he landed without a sound. I quickly dispersed the illusion and pushed through the pushes.
“What is going on here!” I cried and the Prince whipped his head around before looking back in confusion.
“What trickery is this?” he hissed. The Lady was clearly Unseelie and while we shared midnight black hair, her’s was short, a sign of punishment among the Sidhe. Her skin was a light blue, not a gray like mine. But she did have a similar facial structure to me. I couldn’t help myself.
“I see, all Goblin blooded Sidhe Ladies look the same to you!” I cried, doors were opening and a crowd was gathering. Unseelie were beginning to chuckle.
“Lady Mercedes!” Lord Riordan cried as he quickly moved to the Lady’s side. The Prince pulled back as she quickly clung to Lord Riordan. I felt a moment of jealousy but I saw his eyes flicker to me gently and it was gone.
“That’s not true!” the Prince cried and I could see the King looking furious at his son.
“I go to get a moment of fresh air and you are chasing an Unseelie Lady as if she were me?” I cried again adding a flash of my power for dramatic flare. “Can you not tell the difference between blue and ashen flesh? Does just having black hair draw you?” I could see Cinder not far away chuckling with a few Unseelie Lords. I turned towards her and winked quickly.
“I was tricked!” the Prince called as the King and the Unseelie Queen began to advance.
“Lady Ash, you may wish to return to your previous quarters,” King Finvarra growled. “My son has much to answer for.”
“Together then Seelie Brother?” Queen Mab, the Unseelie Queen, asked and King Finvarra nodded.
I felt sorry for Prince Leofwin, but knowing that he was willing to rape me did make it easier to head back home.
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That night my sister embraced me and my grandmother wept to have me return to her manor. My Uncle Anansi even stopped by to warn me about illusion spells, still, only Spider Goblins would have been able to find that one. It was designed to vanish completely on my command. Even the Unseelie Queen would not find its remains.
As I prepared for bed I left my balcony doors open, I was not surprised to feel arms wrap around me. I felt my favor on the wrist of my soon to be lover. I turned to face Lord Riordan.
“He will not be punished for long,” I whispered and Lord Riordan looked down at me before kissing me.
“Then I will have to find a way to make you mine before he is freed,” he purred in a dark tone. I smiled up at him, stroking his cheek.
“I was born nine months after my parents consummated their marriage,” I stated and his eyes widened before he smirked.
“You don’t say, I was born eight months after my mother lay with a Slaugh Lord,” he whispered and I smirked.
“I am so young, only thirty years have I been alive,” I sighed and Lord Riordan smirked.
“I’ve been waiting nearly a hundred to find you, let’s see what happens nine months from tonight,” he purred and pulled the ties to my night gown free. I dropped the piece of fabric from my shoulders, baring myself to him.
“Did you know that many humans consider becoming fat with child a bad thing?” I asked and he snorted.
“I’m not here to listen to Human tales, I’m here for you,” he purred as he began pulling his tunic off.
Fairy tales are not true, they are just stories twisted over time. Real life, even the Fey life, demands that if you want to be happy you must take risks. If Riordan and I produce a child then I am free of Leofwin, in theory. I hope we make a child and that Leofwin respects that it means he cannot have me. I do not want to leave my Seelie home, but if Leofwin will not let me go I will go to the Unseelie court. There is nothing worse than the unwanted love of a Noble Sidhe man.
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Author's Note: Okay I'm trying to write an Ash piece where I don't go into her back story, if any of you are confused please read some of my other Ash pieces. For those who don't understand the mythology of the Fey is that they have a low birthrate so the "dirty" talk at the end where they talk about conception would be a turn on for a speices with a very low birthrate.