Gwydion was noticing his wife was being distant and her color was not well. She was sitting on the throne and stared dully out. He narrowed his eyes and he felt Macha enter the throne room. He rolled his eyes at Arawn’s daughter but NOBODY fucked with Arawn; least of all him. His barely older brother was terrifying.

“Gwydion! How are you?” Macha asked in a nauseating voice.

“I am well Macha. Tell your father; my brother that I hope his realm is just as kept.” Gwydion wanted to roll his eyes.

“Oh I shall dear Gwydion. I need speak to my mother please, alone.” The older princess said almost in command.

If the damned brat was not of Arawn; he would flay her alive. Arianrhod was not exactly there mentally and he sighed in anger. He stood and bowed in his silvery-white long sleeved tunic and matching bottoms with a short cape of ermine. His angelic blonde hair in a messy style; barely over his collar as always, Macha watched him leave and she turned to her mother when the brat consort was gone.

“Mother?” She asked softly.

“Yes my beloved child?” Arianrhod murmured.

“When father last came upon you; he said you were not yourself. He has sent me to see what is wrong.” She said sitting on the steps to the throne.

“I bear in my belly an ekimmu and a fae. I wish for both very much but I know how much havoc it will create.” The Silver Wheel spoke honestly with her beloved daughter.

“Father does not wish your unhappiness mother. You have but to ask him anything and he will do it for you! You know this!” Macha said gently.

“Fionn is the sire of my ekimmu babe. I have desired this for so long but Fionn wavers like trees in a storm. Ailduin has begun to terrify me in his intensity.” She admitted.

“When you say intensity; you mean that he loves you so greatly?” Her daughter asked surprised.

“Yes, I am very much intent as he is when I am near him. When I am away from him; I become gripped with reality. Fionn has only stopped the conflict because I carry his son.” She said cupping her chin.

Arianrhod felt black and she wore a gossamer black gown that bore long sleeves, a dropped waist, and hood. Celtic symbols were stitched in silver thread all over the bodice of the beautiful cloth.

With suddenness, the throne room doors were thrown open and a bloodied messenger came forward. He was closest to Macha and his Welsh broken. He spoke for just moments before he died. Macha looked horrified and Arianrhod had not heard the man’s entire plea.

“His village was attacked by Undine riding upon hippocampi! They came from the sea up the River Hafren.” Her older daughter said with rage and spittle on her lips.

“I must make a statement. Come Macha and gather my warriors I trust. We will avenge this poor mortal’s village.” The Silver Wheel spoke in anger that was too quiet.

Macha bowed deeply and Arianrhod sent instructions for the brave mortal to be cremated and his ashes to be interred in a beautiful vessel for the family. She also decided that she would give the family some extra land. While Macha was gathering warriors loyal ONLY to Arianrhod; she painted around her eyes and into her hairline a blue mask. Arianrhod wore a black battle stolla with her chest plate, gauntlets, and shin guards. Her black sandals provided decent protection on her feet and tied all the way up her calves. She looked totally different and she looked colder. There were fifty warriors that would follow any command unto death and The Silver Wheel explained how this group of Undine had come into their lands and had killed their people. Her warriors became incensed and she ordered them to their horses. Macha followed her mother and they mounted their demon horses which were actually longma.

The group started out in a quick walk but soon the group of longma horses was galloping full speed toward the River Hafren and the village of Shephae. It was noticed that a large group of ekimmu were riding the demonic beasts and Fionn had heard the galloping. He looked around for Nemain and she was gone. He saw Gavin and he walked up to him and he was angry.

“Where is my niece?” Fionn demanded.

“The queen called on warriors that only answer to her; Nemain being her daughter decided to go. I heard the longma leave not long ago.” The younger ekimmu admitted.

“Why did you not come and tell me?” He raged.

“I did not wish to displease the queen again or insert myself in family matters my lord. May I go now my lord?” Tremin asked unemotionally.

Fionn waved him on and he was sick to his stomach. Arianrhod was going to fight in her condition!
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The fae that had used the River Hafren were Welsh Sáile Undine. Many of these had dark hair and she felt punched. King Ancalímon had been decimated by her because she had been told that he had found out about her and Nwyvre’s love affair. He had cowered in fear as she had suffocated the air right out of him. None of these men were Nwyvre and addressed her followers; she wanted blood for the blood spilled at Shephae. Arianrhod, Macha, and Nemain were all fighting and it was indeed an impressive sight to see the queen and two princesses deliver justice. The Welsh Undine had been arrogant and this had been an unexpected reaction on the ekimmu’s part they thought.

“What does one mortal settlement matter to you ekimmu anyway?” The lead fae spoke in arrogant and in Welsh.

“Those mortals worship me and are my people! How dare you filthy elves kill what is mine!” Arianrhod screamed as she lost her mind.

“Oh poor moon goddess; she loses her worshipers and…” The Undine was saying but his head was suddenly struck off and the Silver Wheel gasped.

“Arawn?” She called her dark mate from Annwyn.

“Yes my lovely goddess?” The keeper of Annwyn grinned.

His hair was inky black on the darkest of nights with no moon; his skin was alabaster and as smooth as any statue. His eyes could be a light brown that would change into a hell fire red in instant when he was angry; which was not as often as ekimmu would think.

“I have felt your ire beloved one. As one of your actually treasured loves; I feel it my duty to see and check upon you.” He said as he elbowed a Welsh Undine and whirled with his serrated blade to cut horribly into the elf’s belly.

Arianrhod ducked a pike and she stabbed a tall Undine through the heart. Blood covered her and she kicked the body of the elf harshly away.

“You feel my predicament?” Arianrhod asked softly.

“Not every elf is terrible; just eighty five percent of them. Fionn? I like him but I cannot stand the constant self-castigation and suffering he puts himself through. I had something sent topside to keep Gwydion’s interest for quite some time darling. Give them their due! You are more powerful than any creature like Halldora; you need many lovers. Now just die you pitiful fool!” Her dark mate actually used his miasma flow to ruin the fae features.

Around Arianrhod and Arawn were seven dead fae and he walked up to her. His kiss was domineering as always. He made her legs quiver like always; he was dangerous, he was powerful, and she loved him mightily. He bit her neck but she felt him release something and she was confused. He let her go and she looked at him in askance.

“Only making you what they truly need. Call upon my warriors my beloved if you need to protect this Ludok fellow. I like his style. Fionn is on his way and he is pissed off. I will clear out the rabble.” Her naughty mate smirked sensually.
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