Fionn Hammel was shaken up still by what had happened between himself and Arianrhod. Gwydion had sauntered through his training arena and had made snide comments about his person. Thunder incarnate had lost his damn head and had punched the ever loving brat into the next century. It was said that Arianrhod had taken on fae on her own; dead elf bodies outside of Caer Sidi would say that was a likely scenario. He had sent Nemain to find her mother and he was terrified of what had occurred.

“You frown every time you think of the queen.” Gavin commented from behind him.

“She is not THE queen Gavin; she is ALL of our queen. Is it true you have lain with Nemain?” His commander demanded.

“I would never lie to you my prince; she and I had taken out some fae and had partaken of their blood. Her kiss is sin.” His underling blushed.

“You ever so much as look at Nemain in any other manner than as a fellow warrior than you should not worry over much of Gwydion killing you; it will be me! Nemain is off limits!” Fionn said in a deadly cold voice.

“I meant no harm or ill will my prince. My deepest and humblest apologies.” Tremin said bowing.

“You are an excellent warrior Gavin; do not give me any reason to dismiss you.” His lord stated in a stony voice.

“I will not my prince. I adore serving you and I would be aimless without it. Good day.” Gavin said in a soft voice but he was hurt.

Gavin loved Fionn but anyone with any sense would love such a prince. Nemain as well was something amazing but the ruling house kept their own isolated and out of reach. He saw Arianrhod in a shimmering see through dress with wide sleeves and a hood. Her gauzy silk literally shone in the light like...