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...