Fionn was there and as normal he had a small enclave of his elite band. She knew without a doubt he had been plundering fae lands. She saw Gavin and her eyes darkened and glowed demonically as she used her element to quickly and without warning lift him and slam him against a wall of the training arena. Bones broke and Fionn whirled around in fury at his sister and the other warriors just fell to their knees as the queen stood there in a green dress that was the color of grass in early spring and wrapped around her and tied at her neck as a halter. She wore a fur of soft white around her shoulders and her silvery white hair flowed down.

“What in the name of Annwyn was that for Piuthar?” Fionn roared.

“Ask Nemain and your boy Gavin. Gwydion will not allow such a taint upon his beloved child. Keep his dick away from her. He would rather it was you anyway.” Arianrhod said in a sarcastic snit.

Fionn was beyond incensed and horrified. He had had no idea that Gavin would have touched his beloved niece. He knew the younger man looked at him in adoration but in anything but some sort of hero worship?

“How dare you Piuthar!” Her brother who controlled Thunder itself roared.

“How dare I? How dare you! You made an oath; a solemn promise and you break it every day.” She said as her blue eyes turned green when she was especially cold.

Fionn roared for the arena to be emptied and his warriors tended Gavin. Arianrhod stared at Fionn and he stared at her. The current of fury and more was building between them. His own elements were near his surface as static and the skies were darkening suddenly.
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