Believe—Chapter 20


Banner Believe, a Christmas story

Chapter 20

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.

This Story is rated M.

Believe— Chapter 20


The Courting King was mentally counting his blessings. It was good to have his son back. It was good to have a daughter-in-law that was expecting. It was good to be the Courting King because this gave him a much needed break and some serious goofing off time. Was he going to pick a bride anytime in the next couple of hundred years, absolutely not. And Erikr was right, Ranger would make an excellent Proxy King!

He pulled his chair out from the pavilion and sat under that stars. The two blue moons were still high in the night sky. When they set and just as the sun crested, he was going out to the Ice Mountains of Endless Dreams. His morning walk always took him there to collect more firewood.

But until then, the moons were lovely things to behold and wish and dream upon.


Pam took the call from Adele and went downstairs to her stash of glamour proof contacts. She had purchased all he had from her arms dealer, thinking that would keep several hundred humans from making a fatal mistake. “One ounce of prevention is…well,” she smiled, “madness and mayhem is always fun…but…” she nodded to herself as she opened the door and went over to her medical supply locker, “sly and stealthy is almost as much good.”

Going back up stairs, she put the sack on Eric’s desk. When he popped back in, they would be there and waiting.


Land of Fae

Sookie was sipping what appeared to be cucumber water. It was tasty and refreshing. From their balcony, she could watch the moons set as the sun rose.

It was also obvious when Eric came walking back. The guards all saluted and some fell in with him as they walked and talked.

“He is somethin’” she smiled. “Born to lead. Warrior in his bones right along with the dragon that lives there. I wish things were simpler for him. But I guess things have never been simple for him.”

Looking up as he approached, he saw her and waved. She blew him a kiss and waved back. With a leap he was up on the balcony. “Things have changed,” he sighed as he drew her to him. “We are off to the Blue Lagoon. Normally it laughs happily at its banks as the fish jump and the purple lilies bloom and hold court over all that enter there. Over night, it is down several feet and the level is still dropping.”

“What?” she exclaimed as she looked up at him.

“Yes. It was all good yesterday Ranger told me as he went swimming in it. This morning as he went running past, it had changed.”

“Ah-h-h, let me throw on some clothes.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Ranger says it reeks of magic. You need to rest. If you don’t wish to sleep here, I’ll drop you off with Dad.”

“I’ll sleep over with your Dad. They have those really cute little fae sleeping tents. I’ll just crash in one of those.”

“Perfect,” Eric nodded in agreement.   “I am going to be taking a couple of dragons. They will work through the magic and tell me what is wrong.  We are also taking a couple of gallons of coffee. Next time I talk to Pam, I want one of our coffee groves dug out and ready to transport. If nothing else while I am here, we are going to give the locals a way to right some of the wrongs and restore some balance.”

Sookie stroked his cheek and placed  a small kiss there.

“This gets really old,” Eric ‘s voice held a little heat. “But we are going to fix what we can.”

“I’ll pull on some clothes. Give me a second and I’ll walk with you.”


In the dark, Sookie sat with her dad under the blazing and twinkling stars and watched Eric walk off with the troops.

“What’s up with the Blue Lagoon?” she asked, “and why are folks so upset?”

“Many believe that we first came here by entering through that pool. That one portal allows us to work all the other portals. That if it should end,  so would the other portals and so would our travel.

That is a sacred place for us. I don’t know if any of the old stories are true, but we hold that as a place of reverence. And now someone has thrown their magic into it. This sits well with no one!” he stressed.

“Any idea?” she asked.

“Could be any one of the families whose female we picked up last night. Or it could be anyone using that as a cover to do their worst elsewhere. Or it could be that when the blue moons set as one, it happens.

The dragons will determine today if it is purposefully being drained. And if so, actions will be taken. Now, my lovely daughter, go rest. There is a lovely sleep chamber that has been prepped just for you, here beside me. No one will bother you.  And when Eric returns, you will be right here so we can notify you.”

“What about your walk?” she asked. “I know this is part of your routine.”

“I’ll adjust,” he smiled at her, “and go later.”


Eric could see movement at the bottom of the pool as the depth dropped.

They stood looking at the lagoon and watching the giant slug that was now exposed, called a Wee Willy, normally no bigger than your middle finger, get bigger as he continued to soak up the water.

“Fishlock,” they called out, “what is going on?”

“I have no idea! Please, help me! I woke up and here I was and here I am and I just keeping absorbing the water! I don’t know how much more my skin can stretch until I explode! Please, help me! Please!”

“Give me the coffee,” Eric said holding out his hand for the container. “I’m coming out,” Eric shouted. “I will have something for you to drink. It is important that you consume all of it!”

“Please hurry my Proxy King!” he yelled. “Please!”

Grabbing the container, Eric leaped and was on top of Fishlock. “Open you mouth,” he said. “We’ll start with this.”

A very small slit opened and Eric tipped the jug over. As soon as the slug began swallowing, water began gushing from his pores, leaving Eric standing on the water with a worm thrashing about as the waves hit the banks and then crashed back out into the middle of the lagoon.

Picking him up, Eric headed for land with the small fae  safely in the palm of his hand.

Eric looked at the dragons and then at the slug.

“Nothing there, our Proxy King,” they were sadly shaking their heads, “to track back to the criminal.”

“Fishlock, where do you live?” Eric asked.

“In the Mossy Greens. That is located in the lowlands before you get to the Ice Mountains of Endless Dreams.”

“My father walks that way everyday, for his morning exercise.”

“Indeed he does. He often stops by and we chat.”

Eric was watching the small fellow in the top hat and with perhaps two dozen felt shoes on his feet, intently. “You going to be okay?”

“I am a little soggy, but I seem to have shrunk back to my original form. It will take a bit for my clothes to dry, but by the time I reach my home, all should be well.”

“We are going to accompany you home and do some checking around.”

“Most excellent my Proxy King,” the small fellow bowed. “And I thank you. We all thank you,” he said with a shudder. “Ranger knows the way.”


It did not take long before the valley came into view. Indeed it was covered with moss. And it was green. How many different shades of green, Eric could only guess. As far as the eye could see, there were wee homes, all built to slug size.

They very small and intricate and ablaze with detail and precise wood working skill. They were beautiful in their form and function.

“Interesting,” Eric smiled as they approached. “What…what is your village built of?”

“Unspeakable Oak,” Fishlock grinned. “It is forever green and shifting color with the sun. It makes for a very handsome residence. The burling in the Unspeakable resembles that of dragons’ eyes.”

“Yes it does,” Eric responded. “And the layout! If you are not standing just so, it all blends in together. Perfect camouflage.” Eric put the small fellow down. “Oh, well yes, you change color as well and blend right in.”

“Yes, my Proxy King,” his voice was most serious. “At one time in our far away past, we were hunted. Just as you saw today, we would be tossed into a body of water and absorb all of it, then pulled out and left somewhere to explode. The village would then have to move because we are toxic on the inside and we would poison whatever the foul water went.”

“Chemical warfare,” Eric noted. “Nasty business.”

“Yes,” Fishlock nodded. “Very much so. So we worked our magic and adapted and King Sookiehawk, when he came to power punished the wrong doers and righted this wrong. We can still hear, when the wind is just right, those granted the Living Death. It is most satisfying to know justice was truly served.”

“My father is good and honorable,” Eric smiled, “and loves this land.”

“Yes, he is and yes he does,” the small fellow nodded. “He built the village for us from cast aside limbs that he found.”

That gave Eric pause. What else, he wondered did his father do that held the respect of his people? “We are going to put dragons down on the ground and see if they can sniff anything out. Do you remember anything at all?” Eric asked.

“No my Proxy King, sadly I do not. I hope the dragons have better luck. Maybe someone heard or saw something.”

Eric sat down on the ground and watched the business of finding the perp take place. The Scimitar dragons were making their way through the village while other residents came up to speak to Eric.

“Are the water fearsback?” One ancient grandmother asked. “Are we once again fearful for our lives and our innards destroying villages?”

“Honored Grandmother,” Eric bowed his head to her, “I wish I could tell you that all was going to be well. But I have no answer for that. But please know we are searching for this being that has set loose their hate upon this land. When we find them, there shall be justice and another one in residence in the Ice Mountains.”

“Thank you our Proxy King,” she bowed and the next in line stepped forward.

Eric spent the morning listening to tales and whisperings and that several saw a shadow pass over in the night.

“Was pulled from my sleep, it was so big,” Jacker nodded. “By the time I was at a window, it was gone.”

“Was it dragon big? Sookiehawk big?” he asked.

“Can’t say,” he shook his head. “It blocked out the stars and then it was gone. I thought maybe it was a rain cloud but it did not rain.”

“A cloud?” Eric gazed at the small fellow.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Thank you,” Eric bowed his head. “This is noted and carried forth.”

The village was interviewed.  Several commented on the cloud but had nothing else. By lunchtime, they were through.

Ranger approached Eric. “Something blocked the stars. If it was a cloud, there was no rain. Such a thing is unheard of in this valley.”

Eric looked around the area. “Anything else?”

“Some of the old ones asked if the water fears were back?”

“Yes,” Eric nodded. “I got that question as well.

Who ever it was will not be back this way but let’s post a couple of guards out here before nightfall.”

“Will do,” Ranger nodded in agreement. “Anything else my Proxy King?”

“No,” he replied.

“Form up,” Ranger yelled across the valley. “Move out.”


When they returned, Eric sat down next to his father and explained what they had found.

“I believe,” Er-erikr sighed, a deep heavy one. “That the appropriate word at this time is fuck.”

“Sounds right,” Eric nodded in agreement. “We are bringing the coffee shrubs back. We’ll plant them first here on the castle grounds and then spread out from there. Maybe the Moortufels would not mind being in attendance to make sure all goes right with them.”

“Well, that changes my plans a bit,” he gave Eric a rueful smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I thought I would put Ranger in charge and at least for the next couple of hundred years and dance the night away. Looks like the terrorist is back.”

“Back?” Eric echoed.

“Yes, when I first came to power. There was some of this nasty business. We found the followers but not the leader.”

“When you came to Earth…and stayed…” Eric’s voice left him as his father took on a new persona. One far more threatening then he suspected. Before him sat a master chess player. Then he had a moment. Well someone had to teach the Vikings to play chess!

“There were rumblings and ill winds coming out of the Crowded Mountains. One night we could hear the cursing’s  gusting through on a storm. We arrived in time to listen to the magic as it winked out, but could never track it back to its owner.

Whoever it was lost control and the fact that we came that close, I think that scared them.

All went quiet for an age. So to stir the pot, so to speak, I left Ranger in charge and went to Earth.” His voice became very still and could barely be heard.  “Where I fell in love and..and..then fell in love all over again when you were born,” he smiled at Eric with tears in his eyes. “And so I did stir the pot and they poisoned your mother.”

“Father…” was all Eric could say when he took his hand.

There was a grim smile on his father’s face.

“But no one has deliberately tried to shut down the Blue Lagoon. If the old legends are true, it sounds like they want to lock us in. That would include you my son and your family,” he said shaking his head and the unhappiness radiating out from him.

“This evening will be another round with the librarians and so shall I shall begin smiling at Fairly. Give me a week and either she is true and my lady wife or she is screaming the Living Death in the Ice Mountains.”

There was now a hard outer crust that his father wore. Eric thought he probably looked the same whenever anyone threatened what was his. “What do you think she is doing in the godmother’s library?”

“I think she laying the pattern for her magic and you are to be the sacrifice that brings something unholy into our world and all types of putrid things come to mind. We saw what she did with Godric’s blood. Just what my son, could she do with yours, you are dragon in our bones?”

“Resurrect her dragon husband?” Eric was thoughtful.

“That does come to mind,” he nodded.

“So what if it is not Farily?” Eric asked.

“Then I am married and the terror is still out there. At which point I shall send you and Sookie, along with O.I. and  S.I., home. And close all the portals.”

“But…” Eric began and was cut off.

“No,” he shook his head his voice firm, his eyes unflinching. “I will not have my family put in harm’s way. Not again. I am capable of learning from my mistakes.”

As much as Eric wanted to argue, there would be no point. There sat the man who had given him birth. Eric thought he was a hard ass.  He had just met the king of them. “I will contact Pam. We’ll get the contacts and the coffee plants here.”

“Thank you my son,” Er-erikr smiled at his and gripped his hand. “Thank you.”


Dear Readers,

Short chapter.

I am giving the tours in Crazy this week. If you stop by there, ask for me by name  and I can hook you up with a most excellent shot of tequila! Ole!”

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,





spirit crossing overDear Readers,

My oldest living sister now resides in Heaven. She lived two years longer than the docs gave her. She started each day with praise and believing that God was going to heal her. If not in this life, then most assuredly in the next.

Her farewell was true to her life. Full of hallelujahs and amens and love and laughter.

I grieve in my human but rejoice in my spirit as Sharon now sees the face of God.

May we all be so blessed.

I will be back this way hopefully in about another week.





Believe—Chapter 19

Banner Believe, a Christmas story

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.

This Story is rated M.

Believe— Chapter 19

Eric led Sookie out onto the dance floor. They began with the ever popular fox-trot and then Eric bent her back to the floor, then brought her forward with countless twirling  and walked them into The Tango!

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the couple! The ladies out in the trees began to fasten their bodices, as they watched Eric dip and twirl Sookie.

“The girls can fall right out,” was heard giggled as the women began to right themselves, shoving bosoms back into place, tying ribbons and adjusting for the best cleavage.  Once all was secure but lovely to behold, they began to imitate what they were seeing.

“How do we begin, my Courting King?” O.I. asked looking over the rim of his mug at the insanity that was beginning to form over in the trees.

“Alphabetical order, I believe,” he mused. “I am much taken with the fox trot.

Walker,” he motioned for the crown crier. “We are going to start in alphabetical order. Each evening, we shall start with he oldest female first. Then work our way through that house. Once dance each.”

“Yes my Courting King,” he nodded and went to stand at the edge of the entrance to the pavilion. “Horns, a short blast in a way of an introduction.

Fair and lovely ladies,” he began, “I speak on behalf of our Courting King.”

A cheer went up from the crowd!

“We shall begin with the A’s, and in alphabetical order, we shall work our way though the single women in each house, beginning with the oldest. You shall have one dance each.”

“He does not care the age?” came the question full of disbelief.

“He does not,” Walker replied. “Our Courting King is required to marry. Not to produce more heirs.”

“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h,” was murmured through out the crowd and the word spread up and out into the dark.

“Those that are interested in marrying our Courting King are to meet here nightly. And we shall begin the process anew each evening until a bride is found.

You are granted one dance each. And that is all you are granted. One dance. Until he finds a wife. One dance. When your dance has finished, be gracious enough to remove yourself from the dance floor so that you are not bodily carried off.  Because we will. Do not test us. And do not try to come back a following evening wanting to dance with him again. I am keeping a list.

Now, put yourself into order. And come and announce yourself to me.”

“One dance! One dance only!” there was a flutter out in the crowd as the questions began. “Is my dress regal enough? Do I have on the right shoes? Is there food between my teeth? Should I wear a smaller jewel in my hair and bigger ones where my nipples are? I have on no perfume! I do not have on enough!

“You should,” there were many sly voices, “go home and change. So that you will be unforgettable.”

“Harpy shit,” was said in disgust by more that one. “You are not getting rid of me that easily.”

The A’s in the list had righted themselves and were standing in line. There was not much shoving and stepping on toes. And no one had purposefully spilled anything on anyone.

“Well look,” Asmerilda Aas’menle Lady of Dillwoody Wainscoating, smiled and batted her eyelashes. She was the widowed wife of Lord Dillywoody Aas’menle, who had met a sad fate when he had fallen into the highest waterfall in the realm. More than one thought perhaps he had been pushed, but there were no witnesses when his body rode the falls down and hit the pool below where the Mermaids of the WhiteWater Fatal Pool  pulled his body under to use for their own entertainment and he still lived in their watery depths to this day, being of service and occasionally his voice was heard if you went swimming along the shore of where his mishap happened, begging for sexual release and to be dry, if only for a few moments.

“It appears I am the first one up,” Assy noted.  “I am experienced in all the ways of pleasing a male. I  shall push my body into the Courting King’s and perhaps grind a bit and let my sweet nipples grind a bit as well. As I do not need jewels pinned to my chest to cause a male  to take notice when I brush against him. But I have these lovely firelight sparkle pins that I will place there just so you can see what I am doing. After I am finished, the rest of you will wish you had eaten harpy shit and died!”

There was a lot of name calling! “You murdering slut!” was heard the most often as she sashayed herself, her bosom leading the way, her nipples winking at everyone, sparkling in the dark, to the pavilion.

“I need a drink,” Er-erikr said picking up Eric’s mug. “Not one word,” he said eyeing his son and taking a long swallow. “After all, thanks to me, you just had some of the best sex of your one thousand year old life. You can spare me a nip or two.

Would you just listen to them out there! A murdering slut, so called by her peers, so it must be true, is headed my way!

Damn, they are libel to cut my throat right up here if I don’t declare my heart for them.”

The Courting King turned his son’s mug up and drained it. “Let it be known that the Courting King is a fall down, slobbering drunk. If it puts off even one, I am to the good!

And oh, my son, do your old man a favor. Keep that mug filled. I’ll be back this way in between dances. I am going to need all the courage I can muster.”

Sookie was doing her very best not to laugh out loud. Somehow, that just seemed impossible. The snorts that had escaped from her were bad enough. Eric was doing his best to maintain but even he was having problems. Normally his deadpan vampire face was impossible to read. There was no problem with that tonight! Numerous times she had heart him say out loud, “Damn, you cannot buy this type of entertainment! I wonder if cell phones work here? I could be streaming this live to the Fangtasia Face Book account.

And this is just the first dance. Assy is doing her very best, it looks like, to fuck him right there on the dance floor! Dad is doing his best to side step her but somehow she manages to take a step, wiggle, and make contact with  his pelvis.”

“So that is why he is wearing the long chain mail,” Sookie chuckled.

“Yes, it covers his ass and all his boy bits,” Eric smirked. “Obviously, he needs to protect the family jewels. From the looks of things, there just might be a thief in the crowd hoping to walk off with those.”

The evening progressed as more ladies stepped up to dance and make eye contact, ass contact and try as they might, frontal rubbing contact.   The chain mail did a fine job of covering his upper arms, as well, and try as they might, there was no lovingly stroking  or groping  his biceps.

“What do you think?” Eric grinned at Sookie. “Is it time to offer him a reprieve?”

“What’s up?” she asked.

“After this dance we shall engage him in conversation. It just might be time to go and get Farily.”

“Oh, more fun,” she smiled. “The music is ending.”

“Ranger, please tell the Courting King that it is time to take a breather. Make it all look very official and not like it is my idea at all. Time to put things into motion.”

“Of course my Proxy King,” he nodded and with much ado, he was to Walker.

“Make the announcement with much fanfare that there is going to be a time of refreshment and conversation for our Courting King. He is discussing the ramifications of a marriage into a traitorous house. There are several, etc., and that could happen.”

“I can certainly do that,” Walker’s face was deadpan. “Horns,” he said, directing his look at the orchestra. “Warning order: On my mark it will be time for an announcement. On guard!”

His attention was back on Ranger.  “Anything else?”

“Not really. The king is taking a time out. Just mention that the ladies are fine and bringing joy, talk talk talk. Not all family names are the best but ladies are still fine and bringing joy. Talk talk talk. Fancy that up. Just roll with it.”

Walker rolled his eyes at the elitist guard. “You think I cannot throw harpy shit with the best of them? What do you think I have been doing since the Sookiehawks came to power? I might not be big and buff and have muscles in my shit, but I know my job.”

“Look Walker, I did not mean anything by that,” he said gently.

“I know that,” he sighed, hurt in his voice. “It is just that since this harpy shit business of our king having to find a wife, I have not seen much of you. Only in passing with you on your way to someplace that reeks of excitement and subterfuge. You come back all bloody and sweaty and smelling of war! And all I can do is admire you from afar.

I could use some sweet alone time. There, I said it. I miss you.”

“My beloved,” his face was very serious, “I miss you as well.”

Walker dabbed at his eyes. “Most good,” he said righting himself.  “Sometimes,” his voice cracked just a bit,  “I just need to hear it.

Now,” his official voice was back, “I must be about the King’s business. I suggest that you do that as well. After all, you are not getting paid to stand around and look fabulous.

Queue it up,” he yelled over his shoulder in his best command voice. “Time for announcements. Give me  twenty-five bars of fifty horns, something really over the top kingly times two. I’ll talk, then fifty more. I want you to be heard  all the way to the Two Sides of the Ocean.”

Er-erikr was sitting with his family when Walker started on his dissertation of the wonderfulness and the compassion of the king. “Would you just listen to that? I have to tell you I am most impressed with myself. Oh! Did he just say all traitor family names are welcome? Well, most excellent. I guess I need to get started on  that. But first, son, please tell me that your mug is full.”

Eric slid it over to him, the condensation from the metal leaving a trail across the wooden table and perhaps removing some of the finish where the Death from Above sloshed over the side.

“You are going to dance until the moons rise,” Eric smiled at him. “That should give this enough time for the word to get passed out into the countryside. Then,  you shall take a break from your wife hunting duties and you shall sit with your family and we shall discuss, perhaps rather loudly, just who is not here and perhaps needs to be present. At that time, the fairy godmothers will be brought up and off Sookie and I shall go to escort one by the name of Fairly Winthrope here.”

“I thought I would go,” he began.

“No,” Eric countered. “That would be unseemly for you to act as her escort when you have only met her the once when she came forward with the book.”

“Good plan,” he said bringing the mug to his lips. “I can see a light at the end of this,” he said standing, bowing to Sookie and then offering her his hand so she could stand. “My queen,” he gave her a great sweeping bow, “if you would be so good to grace me with your dainty feet.”

“Woof,” she grinned. “You really are drunk.  If I had not turned down so much for feet, I’d be six feet tall.”

“Beautiful buildings, my queen, do so need strong foundations,” he bowed again and led her to the dance floor.

Some one out in the trees, (they would not be called ladies at this point) had brought along a couple of jugs of still very green and very volatile phom-phom fruited  wine.

O.I. sniffed the wind when the first cork was pulled. “’Bouts to gets down to the nasty talk and doin’,” he said to Eric.

“What is that smell…It smells….like something….dead?” Eric took another sniff and crossed his eyes.

“They gonna be takin’ down their undies and you is really gonna’ be smellin’ somethin’ dead. Get’s ready.”


O.I. was on time and on target.  Just say’n.


There were a lot of low whistles, nipple pinching of your neighbor, and lip smacking going on out in the trees.

“Father and son, would you just look at those two!” Li’lmml,” licked her lips, twisted low to the ground and then back up. “They make me all itchy inside.”

“That would be the pox!” was snorted by more than one.

“Do you think the Proxy King’s wife has ever made a mistake and taken the father to her bed, instead?” Ree’nnel’s voice was calculating. “I mean how could you tell the difference in the dark?”

“I can see in the dark,” was chuckled by several.

“It would not make a difference to me,” Shew’llyn’s voice was hungry.  “Which one was there at my door and pushing on in. And then out…and then in…” she sighed.

Miiky was thoughtful. “She is carrying the next heir. Did the bride get to pick and choose between the two of them to plant the seed?  I might have had a hard,” was giggled, “time with that.”

“Why choose?” M’dally laughed. “When you could have both. I would do both. And if there was another son, that looked like Er-erikr, I’d do him as well. Just line his entire family up. Bring the little blonde with you! Look at the tits on her! And they are only going to get bigger the closer the babe gets to being birthed! If they would only invite me in,” she said with lust, “I like a hefty breast!”

Cabbitt, snorted. “Yes, right o’! Nuzzle her tits? You poser! You cannot find your own.”

“M’dally, you whore, you just go ahead and dream of doing the family.” Batterly smiled, “I actually did that with my family,” she said with pride. “Zackel and his da…Phoenix. I did them both at the same time. I have no idea whose child I whelped. Not that it matters. All three died in the Unholy Wars.”

“And apparently, traitor is the new sacred word to get you into the castle,” Stickler smiled, with a content look about her. “I can do traitor. All day long.”

“You are not by yourself. Several of us have worn that brand with pride. We just did not get caught,” M’dally laughed.

The jug’s neck was now being lewdly kissed as it was being passed. Then neck began to look like something they might want to know intimately.

“You know,” M’dally said slyly as she took another drink, “I rode the horned devil. I was the one that tamed him to seek out female fae. None of you ever thanked me for that and several of you have known his pleasures. He still comes around on the nights of the two blue moons and sniffs me out. Wanting more and another taste to last him through his lonely nights. I should be entitled to your dances with the Courting King.”

“What?” was screamed in mirth! “You think what? You selfish bitch! Walker would never let that abide! Nor us!”

“Sniff you out? That is not necessary,” several laughed. “You reek!” was shouted.

“Lonely nights,” was hooted by all. “You are known for your lonely nights. If you would bathe, maybe you would not have lonely days as well.”

“Laugh all you like,” she smiled as she took another swig from the jug. “I am going to be queen. I like multiple sex partners I care not who they are.

And my family is dangerous. We will slit your throat and pleasure ourselves while you gasp out your last.

I think the Courting King has a dark side. This is why there is no gossip about him. He goes off world to explore his perversions and longings. He would have no need if he had me.

And I am going to offer him mine,” she laughed out loud as she lay down on her back and pushed the jug between her legs,  the neck into her opening, the gurgling sounding like the horned devil while he laughed!

“Drink up,” was shouted by more than one as they began to dance around the M’dally bush!


“Nothin’ there but regret and shame,” O.I. nodded toward the trees where there was now lewd noises.

“Ranger,” Eric looked over at the captain of his guards.  “Is there such a thing as a drunk tank in the land of the fae?”

“You mean a place to lock them up? We have a dungeon. Has not been used since the Unholy Wars.”

“Dungeon works,” Eric nodded. “Arrest those that are   doing lewd acts. And I do mean actively engaged. Take their names and document their conditions and just what act they were performing. They are banned from the castle outer perimeter by one more mile. That is the law until the Courting King has picked a wife.  Passed out drunks can be carted away as well. Lock all  of them away for the night and by this time tomorrow, they shall have a bit more respect for themselves and others.

This evening, I want taken a copy of why they were arrested to their family home. Whoever answers the door, tell them that the oldest member of the house still in good standingwith the crown,” he emphasized,  “has to come and sign them out tomorrow, this time. And if that is a six year old, so be it.”

“Of course my Proxy King,” he said. “First Company,” he said turning towards the tables.  “Fall in. You heard our marching orders.”

The ah-h-h-h h-m-m-m-m-m ladies were having a very good time when First Company arrived. In a state of undress, numerous sexual trysts, vomiting drunkenness, much screaming, running, crying, along with occasional flashes of blue flame,  the ruckus lit up the night sky!  Fairy dust was clogging the firmament above them, at one time blocking out the rising of the moons.

First Company did a fine job of rounding them up. They were chained together, the clinking marked their passage as they stumbled their way forward toward the castle. And in their nakedness and crying of unfilled sexual desire, they were escorted to the dungeon, sorted, documented, and then locked in a cell.

“Second Company,” Ranger grinned as he walked back into the pavilion. “Guess what?”

“No…please no…” they were shaking their heads.

“Oh yes,” Ranger grinned.  “We were shit on,  pissed on, and graced with vomit,  Getting them there got our balls busted then we had to do  the paperwork. First Company is going to get cleaned up and you are taking these documents out and about to their families. Wake the fuck up who ever it is you need to speak, too. That would be the oldest member who is in good standing with the throne.

Have them read this and then sign it. Tell the families there will be a walk of shame when they come for their female, with the new dark. As in, they are walking through the crowd to pick up their miscreant and together they are walking back through the crowd.  And they might wish to bring a robe. Although personally, I would make them walk nude all the way home while I caned their bottom. But with this crowd, they just might enjoy that.

And oh…if the family bitches about that, tell them they should just be grateful we are not doing it in the light of day. Because that is always an option.”


Those females left in the trees settled quietly down on the grass to wait their turn to dance. After all, they were ladies and worthy to wear the crown. And besides with all those posers, gone, they were up next!

The family was sitting at the table discussing the nude outburstthat had taken place under the trees.

“Why would they do that?” Er-erikr asked. “If they sincerely wanted a turn, they were going to get one.”

“Some things,” Eric patted his dad on the hand. “Perhaps seems to good to be true. After all, you did say you would welcome the family with a traitor’s name attached.”

“Well of course. We dispatched the traitors. Left are the innocents! And…I saw many houses here tonight that had stood against us, but that is now in the past.

But there was not one from the godmothers. I can see why I would not be pleasing to them, but I have left them alone to deal with their grief that the traitor Winthrope left in her wake. Perhaps there could be healing if just one of their own would be in attendance.

And why, just yesterday, you sent men to help…help…what was her name…? Winthrope was the family name. Her daughter’s name was…”

“Farily,” Eric supplied.

“Yes, help was sent to right the library. Perhaps we  can do more in this endeavor.  My son, I would very much like to know how that is coming along.”

Eric shrugged. “The hour is not very late. Perhaps Sookie and I can call on them and see if they would be interested in sending her this evening to discuss what more we can do to help. And if not tonight, perhaps tomorrow evening.”

“Most excellent,” Er-erikr nodded. “I will be here dancing. Thank you my children for seeing to this.”

Eric stood and helped Sookie out of her chair.  “On my back, lover, and let us venture forth into the lovely night.”

“Third, Fourth, Fifth and Six, fall in,” Ranger bellowed. “We are on the march. Make headway to the godmother’s abode. Our Proxy King has the queen. Move out!”

“What was that?” was being asked as the next lady was led forward to the pavilion.

“They are off to the godmothers,” was talked about. “Winthrope had a child,” another mouthed. “She keeps to herself. No one sees her much.”

“Apparently a librarian like her mother,” another nodded. “Who would have thought anyone could bring honor to that traitorous house.”

“Looks like a fly-fire or two is headed that way. They are blinking the news for any and all to see.”

“Let’s see just who show’s up, if anyone at all. The housecleaning the Proxy King did there the other day left them without a head, literally,” was heard laughed about.


When the King’s Men arrived, the lights were on and the women were standing with the front doors opened.

“Our Proxy King,” Matty’lly stepped forward. “We did not realize that the Courting King would even consider us.”

“The traitors were brought to justice. You are  loyal subjects. The invitation stands to all the houses who wish to participate.”

“Word was sent to us that the king would like to hear how Fairly is doing with our library. She will be down shortly. We took her from her work and sent her upstairs to brush off the cobwebs and comb through her hair.”

“Excellent,” Eric nodded. “Tonight he is just interested in conversation. But if she would like to dance, she is of course invited to do so.”

“Of course,” Matty nodded.

“And anyone else in your manor, also invited to do so,” Eric added.

“Of course,” she nodded again. “Could that be tonight?”

“Yes. Alphabetical order is how you will be presented for your  one dance. There are a lot of A’s there tonight. If your family name does not start with an A, I would perhaps wait.”

“Well thank you,” she said with a bow of her head. “That is most helpful.

Oh,” there was a clatter on the stairs as Fairly came hurrying down. “Here is our girl now.”

“We shall return her safely to you,” Eric smiled.

“At the ready,” Ranger shouted. “Move out!”

Fairly mounted her broom and flew beside them as they headed back to the pavilion. Sookie could not but notice the difference in her. There was confidence, a sparkle to her eyes. And a new dress and maybe new shoes, as well.  Her hair was done in a fancy French braid. Lovely to behold and yet all the hairs neatly tucked in. She looked more womanly and less like a teenage girl. Fairly was modest in her dress, but the greens and browns she was dressed in highlighted her hair and made her complexion that much more emphasized. Like a pearl shimmering in the dew as the first rays of the summer sun has crested the horizon.

“She needs glasses,” was the thought that Sookie registered. “Huh…” an image came pushing in. “And that would complete the librarian look. Which begs the question how would she know what the stereotype of a librarian would be?

Don’t do that,” she chided herself. “She is innocent until proven guilty. I am sure there are those in Fae who dress with a more modest venue.

She has met Dad. Maybe she really is as she seems and maybe she wants to be queen after all,” she thought as they jogged along and she admired the pose of the woman who flew along beside them.

“Look ma, no hands. She sits on that broom handle like she was born to it. Posture perfect. Hands clasped quietly in her lap. Her cape billowing in the breeze behind her.  That fluttering looking for all the world like wings, or a dragon in flight,” Sookie chuckled quietly to herself. “Come on home little lady,” Sookie thought as she fixed her eyes on the back of Eric’s head and then leaned in and kissed him there. “Dad has a plan. And you will either live or die.”

There was no fanfare when they returned to the pavilion. The troops were dismissed and Eric and Sookie walked Fairly up and introduced her to Erikr Sookiehawk, King of the Fae.

“ I have invited other librarians,” he said as she sat down and her drink was served. “They will be here shortly. Until then, tell me about your work. Ranger remarked to me that you had the reception area straightened out. And all the doors are off as you requested.”

They made small talk about her daily labors until other librarians were escorted up and the discussion about the libraries began in earnest.

When the clock struck eleven, Walker approached. “It is time my king to put this aside and take up your dancing shoes once more.”

“Indeed,” Er-erikr said standing and bowed. “Ladies, I thank you so much for your time and your expertize. My guards will see you home.

Fairly, since my son and daughter were your escorts here, they will see to your door. Pleasant journeys, ladies,” he said with another bow and went to meet his next partner.

“Fairly,” Eric said standing. “We will see you home. Ranger, if you will escort us. No need for an entire company.

“Third Company, fall in,” his captain shouted and gave a small shake of his head to Eric. “We re returning to the godmothers.”


Dropping Fairly at her door, once she was inside, Eric said, “Lover, do you want to walk or fly?”

“Let’s walk,” she responded. “There is a lot weighin’ on me.”

“Ranger?” Eric asked. “What is the protocol?”

“I will be your escort. Dismissed,” he called out.

When no one left, the captain of the guards shrugged.

“So be it,” Eric said and they started off.

“Lover, there are questions I have as well,” Eric nodded. “The most remarkable thing was the change in her.”

“Yes, I agree with that. She knows the ends and outs of shelving books and everything else. I get that she grew up with her mother doin’ that, but she sounds like she studied it. At a university somewhere.”

“She did indeed,” Eric was thoughtful.  “And at times I swore  I heard something of a Parisian accent when she talked about the coding system for the ancient illuminated texts.”

“Okay, good, so that just was not me,” she nodded.  “You think she would meet with Godric in Paris back in the early days?”

“At this point, anything is possible. Paris was Godric’s favorite city. He spent more time there then anywhere else on the continent.

Even when he lived stateside, you would find him on weekends in Paris. Extended holidays. Any reason to celebrate, he would be there.”

“Fairly would fit right in there. We saw that tonight. Classic good looks. Beautiful but understated. It’s like she…” Sookie trailed off.

“Like she took the front cover off Vogue Paris?”  Eric added for her.

“That’s it!” Sookie snapped her fingers. “It is the eyebrows and the mascara. And as odd as it sounds, the classic scoop neckline from the 1950’s. Gran has a trunk full of those dresses in the attic.”

“She is well read,” Eric stated. “That is a fact. So she was just not shelving books,  but reading them also. She could have assimilated her sense of style from the books. Or from someone bringing back fashion magazines from that time.”

“Where was Godric in the ‘50’s?” she asked.

“Paris,” Eric sighed. “Paris.”

“You think they have been a thing for a while?”

“They would have to be for Godric to let her stake him to excite his blood. I would say she was someone he trusted.”

“And maybe threw in a little  glamour as well,” Sookie replied.

“Well now,” he nodded, “there is that. Which reminds me, I need to contact Pam. Tell her we need some anti-glamour contacts. I don’t know what Dad’s plan is, but I believe push is going to come to shove and I want to be prepared.

O.I., if you would please, open a portal to the house and ask Gran to call this number. Pam needs to get on this. Get us about ten pairs.

Lover,” Eric held her next to him. “I will see you up to our lair then I must stop off to see father. I will return to you shortly.”

“I love you,” she smiled and  tip-toed up to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“Thank you,” he sighed, and then with a push-off with his feet they were airborne and inside their rooms.


With another kiss, a quick feel, and a longing look back he was out the window and left Sookie observing O.I.

“Let’s make this happen,” she said to him. “Sounds like we are going to need this tout de suite.That way when Eric comes back around, it will be in place. One less thing for him to deal with.”

“Yes my queen,” he smiled at her and gave her a small bow.

“What?” she asked him. “I am seeing a dandy side to you. What is up?”

“You are very much a lady.”

“Pbbbllllttttttt! I killed a Were with a shotgun. Blew her face right off right there in my kitchen. Took me forever to get that blood spatter cleaned up.”

“Very much a lady,” the dragon chuckled. “Because I would have shoved it up her ass.”

“Don’t think I did not think about that.  But I had her face right there, so I just went with a sure thing.”

“Smart and practical as well,” O.I. gave her a grand sweeping bow. “Now let’s talk to Gran.”


“Leave us, please,” Er-erikr said to those around him when he saw Eric approaching.

Eric sat down and pulled the chair up to his father’s knees.  “You loved her,” he whispered.

“Yes,” the older man replied.

“I mean…but you also adored her,” and there was much tenderness in his voice.

“Yes,” he smiled. “Son, I did whatever I could to make your mother’s life easier. There were some things  I could not because it is not my place to interfere with Earth’s time line. But something as simple as the tantra. I wanted her to enjoy sex, not be counting down the seconds until I rolled off her.

And the chair helped actually both of us. While she took her pleasure, I could watch that happen and it fueled mine. The same for her.  And there are countless pleasing and stimulating positions that can be obtained. Each time was a new adventure as well as revisiting the old favorites.

What?” his dad looked at him.

“I am so sorry for thinking…for thinking that you did not love her. That…you did not love her enough to search everywhere to find a cure. And I apologize for that. With all that I am.

I was young, arrogant and foolish. I still am young, arrogant and foolish. I know that but I also like to think I have gotten a bit better…more mature…although at times, I doubt that,” he said with a small smile and a shake of his head.

“I…I want you to be happy,” he said with tears in his eyes. “And I want you find a woman and to marry…or…or something. And I know that she is there, someplace, waiting for you.

I, I just don’t want you to be too late to find her. Especially because of me.”

“Son,” he took Eric’s hand. “You want me to experience what you are feeling now. A woman to love, your child growing inside of her. I think what you want me to have is contentment. And I have had that and I have that,” he smiled at him. “I do.”

Nodding, Eric smiled back. “I just want you to know that you have my blessing. And if that is out here dancing with everyone female in the realm for the next thousand years, I stand with you and I think Ranger would make a great Proxy King while you are doing that.”

Both men laughed.

“So I can take as long as I damn well please as long as you do not have to be here to shepherd the fae world while I dance a thousand years of  nights away.”

“I think that sums it up nicely,” Eric said standing. Reaching down he hugged his father. “I love you,” he said, his voice sure and strong.

“And I love you. Return to your bride, all is well, my son. Fear not.”


Dear Readers,

I am gone all this coming week so I am posting this now. I will need about a week to write the next chapter. So, maybe by the end of the month I will be back this way.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,




Believe—Chapter 18

Banner Believe, a Christmas story


Chapter 18

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.

This Story is rated M.

Believe—Chapter 18


The Proxy King and his Mrs. taught his father the fox-trot, had lunch, and then moved out into the awaiting community.

Several of the ladies out in the trees were paying close attention and as they marched past, you could see them practicing the classic dance step, also.

Once they were out of the immediate area, Sookie looked back. “What the…?” her jaw dropped a bit. “They have all-l-l-l loosened their bodices and you should see what is hanging out of those tops!”

“You have to get his attention, somehow,” Eric smiled. “What they don’t know is that Dad is a ass man. You can shove cleavage in his face all day, does not faze him a bit.”

“Sorta like his son,” Sookie grinned.

“Kinda sorta,” he smiled at her as he picked her up and slung her onto his back.

“Double time,” he shouted and the pace picked up.


“So that is four residences, this afternoon,” Sookie was watching the mopping up operation at the last domicile. “What is up with the drugs?”

“The jip-juice is a powerful thing, my queen,” O.I. was perched on her shoulder as she sat on a wing back chair that had been carried along just for her. “We wants for nothin’, and rightly so. We has what we fancies, and rightly so. But the squatters, druggies and shitters on life, happiness is never enough. Sometimes it is all about havin’ what is wrong for you, bad for you and can just mo’ fo’n kill you cause we all knows, The Light does not have enough mo’ fo’ers to deal with. So along comes the fae with their not so  happily ever after and adds more to that list.

Some days,” he sighed. “Just best to stay all tucked up in bed with a movie and a bowl of popcorn. With lots of mo’ fo’n butter!”

“I like you, O.I.,” she grinned at him. “A lot.”

“Thank you my queen,” he grinned back. “I just speaks the truths as I sees it.”

“And a mighty fine job you do of that,” she said tickling him under the chin.

“Would you look at the face on the Proxy King, shhhewwwweeeee! Here comes Eric. He is not pleased about something!”

“What my queen,” O.I. chuckled, “gave that away? Is it the look of death on his face or the blood on his sword?”

“Oh, I did not even notice that. I was talking about his fangs and the claws on the end of his fingers and that killin’ look that is sparkin’ from his eyes.”

“I am thinkin’ we are done for the day, my queen. Best to get  his royal bad ass on home to some dinner and sweet alone time with his wife.”

“Well,” she grinned as Eric stopped off to talk to one of the guards. “I was hopin’ to be entertained by Dad, tonight. If he is puttin’ the moves on Fairly, I want to be there to see it.”

“We shall have to be talkin’ that up on the way back. I would love to be seein’ that myself. Here comes our Proxy King now. My queen,  you are on.”

“Shower, sex, food,” was all Eric said. Then bending over, he pulled Sookie up out of the chair and kissed her. Long, hard, deep. When the kiss broke off, she was a bit breathless and Eric was once more long in the fang.  Slinging her onto his back, “Move out,” he shouted as the word was passed up and down the line and the line began to move.

“Shower, sex, food, sound good, Eric. However, if possible,” she was speaking into his ear, “I would like to go back to the pavilion sometime tonight. If Dad is gonna start his plan for unmasking Fairly and if he is gonna start courtin’ her,  and maybe one or two others, I would like to be there to see it.”

“A little entertainment provided by my father,” Eric turned and grinned at her. “I like it.

“Triple time,” he yelled and they all took off at a faster trot.

Er-erikr could hear the guards in the distance as they went running by. “We will wait on the Proxy King and his party to arrive,” he told Cook, “to serve dinner. Now, I am feeling very comfortable with the fox-trot. I am going to venture forth and ask if there is a lady in the crowd out in the trees that would be interested in being squired by me about the dance floor.”

Turning his head toward the noise of the troops passing in the distance, he smiled and said,  “I do so hope they like my gift.”


Eric did not even bother to carry her up the stairs. With her still on his back, he flew up to their lair.

“O.I.,” Eric’s gaze spoke volumes, “be somewhere else,” he said as he began taking off his chain mail. “Sookie, if you would please, I could use some help with my lacings.”

“Well of course,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “Now, do I start with the ones on your shirt, or would your pants be the first order of business?”

“Lover,” he put both hands on  her ass and pulled her in. “I could do with a quickie as a warm up. But I am covered in blood spatter and I know not what else. Although from the smell of it, I would say intestines.”

“Got it,” she smiled as she helped him out of his shirt and then began on the pants. Once those were undone, she patted him on  the ass. “You get the boots off and I will start the water. There is a great big tub…and I mean great big, looks big enough to hold a human and a dragon. Looks like maybe a waterfall fills it. This should be fun!”

Walking into the bathroom, she started the water, took a second look, and then turned and walked back out. “Aw-w-w-w-w-w, Eric?” she eyed him as he pulled off one boot and then the other. “Did you order a small couch, daybed, lookin’ kinda thingy-ee for us?

Aw-w-w-w,” she motioned with her hands, “maybe a day bed best describes it…sorta…with a low dip where you can sit…maybe? And it is not very long.”

“Is there a note?” he asked.

“No-o-o-o-o,” she replied going back in. “I don’t see one.”

Stepping out of his pants, Eric walked into the bathing room and there, placed in front of the fireplace was…was…

“It’s a tantra bed. It is from my father. He made one for my mother.”

“What?” she eyed him. “Was that when she was sick?”

“No, that was for when she was healthy. Although she used it to help her sit upright on the worst of days when she had difficulty breathing. She sat in the saddle part and could lean forward and rest her head her at the foot of it.”

“And,” Sookie smiled at him. “It is used for…?”

“It’s a sex bed,” he looked at it appreciatively. “It is fashioned along the lines of the female autonomy. Using your imagination, its shape is that of a woman lying on her side. This higher elevated part would be her shoulders, as you can see on me is about knee high, then it dips down to her waist and creates a saddle, where you can sit, then a much smaller arch up would be her hips and stretches out a bit to represent her legs. It is built for the Kama Sutra positions that can be difficult for humans to obtain and maintain. This helps everyone along in that endeavor.”

“Oh,” she said thoughtfully. “So…so this elevated back…?”

“That’s right,” he grinned at her as he picked her up and sat her down facing him, placing her hip on top of the gentle arch and had her feet positioned on his shoulders, pushing back her skirt so that her pubis was exposed to him.

“I can kiss you here,” he sighed as his mouth latched on. When she was squirming, he stopped.  “Or here,” he turned her around and pulled her down to the foot so that she her butt was sitting on the edge with her feet on the floor and he was kneeling down in front of her, his tongue licking her as she began to thrust against him.

She was creaming and thrusting and her moans were sweet but he had not even started. Not even started, as he reached up and tweaked her nipples her gasp of pleasure spurred him on.

“Or,” his voice lowered, “I put you against the back, like so,  your butt in the saddle,” he said massaging the sides of her hips,  “and with me sitting here on the lower part, I can put your feet on my shoulders, and I can eat you from here. And there are a lot more very pleasant options.”

“Eric,” she moaned when his mouth latched onto her clitoris. “Eric,” she squirmed when he sucked and his fingers slid into her, her hands holding his head in place, pushing it in and out, all the time wanting more contact!

“And all sorts of other variations in-between,” he stopped and grinned at her.  “For example, I can stand you up and put your tummy against the back of the highest arch, with your body gracefully flowing down the inside of the couch, while I have my way with you from behind.

See,” he said picking her up and putting her into position. “Lifting your skirts, there is your very fine ass and one very hot, wet, pussy!”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it!”

“Well,” he reached around to the front of  her, his hands massaged her breasts and then lightly pinched her nipples. “You seem to be in need, lover,” as she moaned and pushed his hands aside and squeezed her own breasts!

“Very, very, much in need,” as he watched her hands work her nipples and she was panting, “Do me, do me, do me…fuck me hard and fast!”

“I would like that very much because you have made me very hard. But perhaps first, my tongue into your very wet and oh so welcoming pussy,” his head bent one more time so he could taste her. “And then, positioning my hands, thusly on your outer lips and pulling just a bit and pushing in so,” there was a gasp from her when he entered her,  “I can ride you,” it was vigorous for a few seconds and then slowed down, “while I play with your clit and look,” he said lowering his head and whispering in her ear while his fingers moved back and forth quickly, making her hum.

“I have anther hand so I can play with your nipples since you have stopped and are now beating the life out of that cushion.” He was now slowly fucking her, pushing in deep and then pulling out slow, his fingers on her clit, vibrating at vamp speed when his other hand made contact with…with…she was screaming! Milking the outside of her breast through the material  and then working his way inside. When his fingers made contact with  the nipple, he began fingering it at the same rate of speed as her clit!

“Or,” he took his hand off her nipple.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, do not stop…”

“And perhaps lube a finger in my mouth and place it right there on your sweet brown spot and rub it until it makes you beg for me to take you there. How does that feel?” his finger was there in the center of her anus, pushing down while he continued.

“Eric-c-c-c-c,” it was a low, guttural sound. “Yes,” she whimpered, “take me there. In the ass, make me scream and beg for it,” she sobbed.

“Well now,” he drew back. “I am still a bloody mess and you are still dressed.”

“Eric,” she moaned, thrusting her butt up at him. “Come on…please! I don’t care about the blood, guts and whatever else you are wearin’. And you can fucking rip this dress off. I can tell you, Queen Sookie, she would approve! I bet her dragon destroyed more clothes than she has hangin’ in her closet! Wantin’ to get to the good stuff…pussy or ass or both and wonderin’ if she was gonna’ scream the whole time or just moan a bit and then scream her head off at the end!”

“Oh,” Eric playfully kissed her on her ass. “Is that a little dirty talk?” His tongue was now licking where his lips had been.

“Fuck me…!” she screeched through gritted teeth.

“I am going to take you from behind, but it is going to be in a different position. Hm-m-m, let us try now,” he moved her,  “with your face on the couch, lying stretched out with your knees on the floor here at the bottom of the couch. My position is going to be down on my knees so that I have full access to everything you own.”
“Eric,” she whispered, as his hands moved up and massaged her breasts through the material.

“Now you place your hands on your breasts and really work those nipples, lover, and let me take care of this.

You are wet and ready. Just let me glide into our wet entrance once, twice, thrice. Now, a little bath oil that is within reach and feel it pour slowly over your anus and down your crack and drip…just like you are doing now. With my hands I am going to rub the oil onto these perfect lobes and then move my hands in closer and closer to that sweet brown spot and the friction will cause a little heat. Both thumbs working just lightly the outer rim. Tell me how good that feels.”

She was panting and wiggling, trying to make contact. “You tease,” she hissed at him. “I am dyin’ here!”

“Oh-h-h-h,” his voice held a grin. “”I have seen death and you are not even close. Is that how you tell me how good it feels?”

“Eric!” she screamed, short, violent, passionate. “Yes, fucking, fuck, fuck, yes! It feels great. It is gonna’ feel so much better once you are in me…in me,” she sobbed. “Just do it!” she bellowed. “I am needful!”

“Very nice, Sookie. You are warm and by the way you are panting, and you sound like you want me.  I would say you are ready. Now, while I fix my thumb to your clit and a couple of fingers inside of you, a little more oil and now I am going to rim your sweet ass with a finger. No hurry…”

“Yes,” she squealed, “hurry…!”

“I love this part of you,” he continued to massage her anus and placing two fingers into her, scissored her until she was screaming his name along with a lot of obscenities!

“I can see I have your attention. You are not thinking about the mural on the ceiling are you? Or perhaps getting the oil changed in your car or balancing your check book?”

“You bastard!” she yelled. “Fuck me, please! Now! Fuck me hard and fast and do it now!” she was shoving violently up against him.

“I can see you are fully engaged with our conversation. I am going to place the head at the entrance to your ass. There, just a little pressure. Just a bit more while I push in.

“Fuck me!” she screamed in a long, drawn out wail.

“Well yes, lover,” he pulled out an inch and pushed back in an inch. “This is pleasure, you always wanting me. You always wanting me to mount you and take you from behind. My fingers in your pussy, my dick in your ass,” he sighed as he slid into her a bit further. “And I am still a bloody mess,” he said pumping slowly, “and you are still dressed.”

Muffled screams was all that she was able to offer, beating her fist against the leather as the orgasm built and he was still talking to her. Telling her about the next position he was going to move them into. About how they had not even started with the different ways that she would be put in and then ridden. And that she would place him in and ride him.

When she shuddered, Eric pulled her up into his lap. “Let me help you undress,” he kissed her, while he unlaced her bodice.  “Sweet anticipation, lover. Your breasts feel heavy and your nipples are hard as diamonds,” as he rolled them slowly between this thumbs and forefingers as the clothes were being removed.

“Oh, Eric, you are making them ache,” she sobbed as  she kissed his neck.

“M-m-m-m-m,” he sighed lowering his head and latching on until she screamed and shuddered, again. “Lover,” he said raising his head and licking his lips. “I apologize for the blood I am wearing, and look, you are still dressed. But I needed that. Now, let us get you out of this dress, “ he said pulling it over her head,  “bathe then back in the chair. I want you to do me. There is a wooden dildo there on the tub. Fuck me in the ass, lover.  I do not know if I can wait!”

“A toy,” she grinned. “We have not done this before. And…and you like that?”

“It is not something I regularly need, but once in a while I ache for it. Tasting you and feeling your need, has made me a little needy as well.”

As the water filled the tub, Eric got in and brought Sookie with him. “This toy was made for two people,” he  said showing it to her.  “Although we shall not put it in you. I worry for the child. Insert it into me and just saw back and forth with your hand. And do it  hard, lover. I’ll take care of King Eric.”

“Do you want me to pour oil on you as well? Massage it in like you did me?”

“Do you want to do that?” he asked.

“I want to be your lover, Eric,” she responded. “I want you to feel good. Damn, the things you did to me. You talking to me the entre time! I knew it was coming but both entrances at the same time! You big sexy, nasty stud,” she crossed her eyes. “There is a lot to be said for that.”

“Yes, please, the oil,” he smiled at her. “Massaging the prostrate is like growing another dick. The stimulation  makes me nuts.”

“Well all right them,” she grinned, picking up the vessel of oil. “Let’s close off the water,  it is pretty deep in here and you can…can…what do you want? To lean over the edge of the tub?”

“No, I am going to bend at the waist and lean my hands  against the side.”

“Wow, you are just right there,” she said leaning down and kissing him. Then slowly running her tongue where her lips had been.

Her fingers began by pulling his cheeks apart, holding them open, she then poured the oil at the top of his crack and watched it flow down. She poured more and this time massaged it in, her fingers lightly brushing against him. “I am just going to do to you what you did to me. This…this dildo head is big.”

“Oil it and use it,” Eric said, his voice low and husky.

“You stroking King Eric yet?” she asked. “

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, I am.”

“Good, you just keep showing him a good time and let me know when you get close,” she poured oil onto the wooden penis and slipped in the head  as Eric push back to meet her. “I’ll rev up the speed. But for now, I’m gonna start real slow, just using one hand. Cause I am gonna’ play with myself until you beg me for faster.”

Eric turned and looked at her. “You are just a mean bitch,” he grunted as his body rocked back and forth.

“Yes I am, and if you are a good boy, I just might take this out and fist you maybe a bit later.”

“A really mean bitch,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do that now!”

“Nope,” she laughed. “Now what was it you were saying earlier about a different position? Wait one. Let me climb up here on your back. Can you stick that gorgeous hunk of butt higher in the air? Maybe I can bottoms-up reverse cowgirl you and yippie-i-o-tie-a! We’ll rodeo!”

“Rodeo, yes thank you,” was sobbed from his penis. “I have been in agony all day waiting for sweet release. I loved the tease we have had with the tantra. And our wife is most pleasing. But damn, you big stud, I need some relief!” King Eric was sobbing. “Work me harder!”


When they had finished, there was water sloshed out all over the floor, the walls and maybe even the ceiling.

As Sookie floated on top of the water, Eric was relaxed against a wall, still stroking King Eric and thinking about the next position with the chair.

“You were not kidding when you said you liked that,” she sighed. “And I enjoyed it as well.  I had no idea you could squeal like a girl,” she grinned and then turned to face him. Wrapping her legs around him, she felt King Eric at her entrance and then he pushed in, filling her and making her uterus tighten.

“Bite me,” Eric whispered, offering her his neck. “Now. Do it now, lover.”

“M-m-m-m,” she nodded nuzzled a bit and then she bit down and felt the blood began to trickle into her mouth. With each pull on her mouth, he thrust into her, making her suck that much harder until he was standing and had her pushed back against the wall, his upward thrusts making her scream as she clung to him!

Eric bellowed when he came and then shuddered. “Curled my toes, you did,” he smiled at her.

“I like that a lot, but let us not forget I am just a human,” she grinned. “Now, what about if we just do the regular old frontal missionary, next, in the chair,” she sighed. “Me sitting and leaning against the back, you pulled up to me and lets see what kind of pelvic tilt we can accomplish. And…and I want my nipples suckled. You know, hard enough to draw out the milk because I am feelin’ like the great earth mother. And if we can’t do that, at least something very close to it.”

“Fuck yes,” Eric said carrying her stepping over their clothes and heading for the chair. “Lover, I am on that.”

Once she was in position, she was leaning against the back, her legs wrapped around him while he positioned himself, his feet on the floor.

“Yes,” she whispered, when he began a gentle thrusting. When she shifted up a bit, she groaned. “Yes, that’s it,” she sighed. “Right there. Yes,” she groaned,  when he  titled her up a bit farther.

“Now,” he smiled leaning down, “something about your nipples,” he was watching her as he thrust just a bit harder and he thumbed and then lightly pinched both of them.

“Suck them,” her voice had gone up in pitch, her eyes on his. The desire fueling both of them! “Please Eric, suck them!”

“This chair has many advantages,” his head leaned down and his tongue licked them, then cupping them with his hands. “I can be inside of you, watching your face and have full access to your magnificent breasts with those rosy pink tips. M-m-m-m, I can suckle both at the same time if I push them together,” he sighed. His hands massaged them for a moment and then pressed them together. “Both fit right here into my mouth,” as he latched on and the loud smacking sounds he made drove her over the top as the liquid flowed down her thighs!

“Yes, yes, yes!” she was screaming as she pushed against him. “Yes!”

He pulled her body down the chair so that her hips were on the edge. “There was no milk in your breasts, lover, and believe me I will spend more time there later. But for now, I think I can milk you here. Squirt for me,” he said placing two fingers inside of her and rubbed against the back of her vagina.

“What…what…?” her hips were coming up off the couch. “What…Er-r-r-r-ric?”  she moaned and then she felt it. His mouth was now sucking her clit, then his tongue was inside of her.

Squirt…squirt…squirt…she felt it leave her with a powerful force as it pushed past Eric’s tongue and into his waiting mouth.

Pulling her up, he laid against the back and held her in his arms while he made loud smacking sounds. “You taste yummy,” he sighed. “I cannot wait to nurse the milk from your breasts,” he said as he pulled on a nipple and then he latched on, his sounds of contentment started in earnest.

“Oh…oh-h…oh-h-h…oh-h-h-h…oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…” she was crying, the sound building and rasping from her throat! The orgasm took her and they could hear her scream all the way to the pavilion!

The Courting King turned his headed toward the castle and smiled and said to no one, “I think they like my gift.”


They were still on the tantra. Sookie way lying on top of Eric and the penetration was easy but very feel-able. There had just been a slight shifting of his pelvis to keep the motion going. Neither one wanting to get there. Neither one not wanting to get there. It was just a lazy time in the afterglow. His hands resting on her tummy as she talked softly about the months to come. The changes in her body. The things that she noticed all ready. The baby becoming more real each day until she gave birth.

“Dad named him,” she chuckled. “Right there in front of God, The Light, and everybody.”
“Yes, he did,” Eric responded with a heavy sigh. “How do you feel about that?”

“I thought we would just call him Erikr for short. That way there will be a difference between the three men in the family. You all will know who I am talking too, when I start fussin’ about somethin’ that one of you did or did not do.”

“Fair enough,” he kissed her on the neck.  “Dinner is ready,” Eric said sniffing the air. “You and the baby need to eat. Let us dress and go that way.”

“Do you need to finish?” she asked.

“No. That was just someplace to put King Eric to keep him quit while we were talking. His afterglow is nonstop singing love ballads. He thinks he can do Barry White. Nobody but Barry does Barry. And Celine…”

“The sound track from Titanic, huh?” Sookie laughed.

*“My heart will go on and on…”Eric sang, impersonating Dion perfectly.”

“I am hungry,” she laughed. “Yes, food, maybe some dancing and we will see if Dad remembers how to romance the ladies.”


When they arrived, the food was being set out. “I need to talk with the men, lover,” Eric said. “You get something to eat. I will be with you shortly.”

Sookie sniffed at several pots and stopped to dip some soup into her bowl. Grabbing a small loaf of bread, she  sat down next to her father-in-law.

Eric stopped at different tables, telling them to remain seated and eat while he sat and chatted for a few moments before he moved onto the next.

“Checking in,” Er-erikr nodded. “He is a good commander. The men care for him and he for them. They are proud to stand by his side.”

Sookie nodded. “He takes good care of his people. Does what is right by them. And they all know that. If Eric has your back, then you are someone he believes in and will put himself in harm’s way to get you out and home safely.”

“You sound like you speak from experience, daughter,” he took her hand and brought it up for a kiss.
“Yes,” she sighed. “And I am stubborn as all get out and Eric just sorta by-passed that and did what was best to keep me safe, anyway. Once or twice I thought I could stake him, myself. But lookin’ back on things and knowin’ what I know now. I never had the complete picture of what was goin’ on and he did. Who you could trust, who never told the truth, and who was lookin’ to take everythin’ you had because they were too lazy to work.”

“All things in hindsight,” he smiled at her. “With age comes wisdom, or at least that is what I am hoping for.”

“Has Fairly been here yet?”

“No,” he shook his head. “And that is where the with age comes wisdom part falls into play.”

“You been dancin’ with any of the ladies, yet? I see them all still out there in the trees. Some have fires goin’. Smells like they are cookin’ as well.”

“It is time for a late supper,” he grinned. “And I thought maybe I would but no, I thought I would wait until after supper and then start inviting them in to dance and perhaps, before the moon sets, I shall call on Fairly and see how she is doing and invite her into the foray.”

“Really?” Sookie looked at him. “You are goin’ to their manor?”

“But of course. She will be all aghast but because she risked her life to get valuable information to us on earth, she is expecting to be treated a bit differently.”

“Damn,” Sookie looked him up and down. “You have got some skills!”

“Indeed,” he grinned. “Now here comes my son.”

Eric stood behind his father with his hands on his shoulders. Er-erikr tilted his head back and looked up at him.

“Thank you, your gift was most thoughtful and muchly  appreciated.” Eric nodded, his face serious.

“You are more than welcome, my son. We are most respectful of our human brides.”

Eric squeezed his shoulders and then sat down on the other side of Sookie.

“How are the troops?” Sookie asked tearing the bread in half, dipping it in the soup and then offering the piece to Eric.

“Good,” he answered. “They want to start earlier, tomorrow. There have been all kinds of rumors for ages upon ages that there are fields of prickly thistle being raised in the shadows of the Ice Mountains of Endless Dreams.”

“I travel that way just about daily,” Er-erikr spoke up. “I have yet to see anything of that magnitude. And I traipse all over the mountains looking for kindling.”

“That is what I told them. A rumor perhaps started by the growers to keep the crown occupied elsewhere.

They also seemed to think there were fields of the stuff growing in The Woods of Talking Trees.”

“Now, that, I could believe. Those woods are said to be haunted. That the spirits that are caught there live inside the trees and scare the harpy shit out of anyone who ventures too far into the tree line.”

“Have you been in there?” Eric asked.

“Not in ages. Not since my time on earth with you and your mother.

O.I., when was the last time you spent any time in the Talking Trees?”

“Long time, my Courting King. I have not been that way since the Unholy War.”

“We don’t patrol there,” Eric said, eyeing Sookie’s soup. “When I asked why not, they all just shrugged and had no reason.”

“It’s been spelled,” they all four said together, and then rolled their eyes.

“Well fucked up harpy shit,” Eric snorted. “Of course it has. Probably the same time the vamps all left here and took the coffee with them.

Tomorrow we will take a look. We’ll put some dragons in the air to do recon. You will need clearings to grow this stuff. Once we find it, it will be flame on.

Now, I am going to get some soup and bread. Anyone need anything while I am up?”

“Death From Above?” O.I. wiggled his eyebrows. “A great big mug full?”

“One hellishly delicious hang-over up and coming for the king of the dragons. Anyone else want to walk down that path with him? No? Well O.I., you should not drink alone. I will fill one for myself, as well.”

Er-erikr looked at him with pleading in his eyes. Eric laughed out loud. “Sorry o’ Courting King. No lady likes a slobbering, falling down drunk. Sober you must be. Oh look, the band has just about finished their meal. Let the festivities begin.”


*Music James Horner/ Lyrics Will Jennings…1997

Dear Readers,

Just a small something to begin the weekend.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,





Believe—Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

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I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own. This Story is rated M.

Believe—Chapter 17

“Interesting,” Eric said when Fairly had finished. “Someone was in the library before you came down.”

“Yes, I think so. I keep the path that I walk clean. There was no book there when I went that way earlier.”

“Is this book in the library at the castle?” Sookie asked handing it back to her.

“Yes, I believe so,” Er-erikr nodded. “Or at least it should be.”

“In case it is not,” Fairly had the book clasped close to her, “you may certainly take this one.”

“No, thank you, that is very kind, I will just find the one in the library there.”

“Is there anything we can do to help you?” Eric asked.

“No,” she smiled. “But thank you. That is one of those things. Each house maintains its own library. It would not be right for our house to take others from their job. It is our responsibility to maintain what is ours.”

“Ranger,” Eric looked at his captain. “Take some men and go with Fairly and take down the doors and right the shelves.”

“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “It will take them…”

“No,” Eric answered.

“Ranger, access the situation then call for as many that are needed. We shall wait here for you.”

“No, no, no….” she was shaking her head. “An invitation has not been extended. There will be chaos amongst the laides…” her voice was pleading.

“They are there at the invitation of the Proxy King. That is all anyone needs to know,” Eric’s voice was stern.

“Ranger, we will be fine here. Until you return,” Eric eyed him.

“Of course, sire,” he bowed. “The King’s Own, fall in.”

“Thank you,” Fairly bowed to him. “There is so much gratitude in my heart,” she sobbed. “Please,” she turned to Sookie, “please keep the book,” she said placing it on the table and as the men moved away, she mounted her broom and flew along beside them.

“Interesting,” Sookie said looking at O.I. “Someone spelled the book.”

“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. grinned at her. “Good on you my queen.”

“Not exactly,” Sookie grinned, “I cannot tell who.”

“What?” Eric’s voice lowered a bit and sounded lethal.

“My Proxy King,” O.I. sniffed the book. “The spell. It is an old one and very subtle, soft on the nose like a flower in dew.  I would almost say ancient and as old as the book, itself. Perhaps dating from the time of Queen Sookie the First.

And it is bound in dragon. The same dragon family that you wears on your dainty feet, my queen. You can tell by the striations in the leather. Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. chuckled. “Possibly dates from the war, itself.”

“O.I., oh king of the dragons,” Sookie was glaring at him. “Just what does that mean? And keep in mind, I am not Sookie the First.”

“Just maybe things are comin’ on home. Things that belong in the Dragon’s Lair are bein’ returned. Thievery is a nasty habit and some folks make a livin’ at it.”

“Another ruckus,” Eric looked back out into the crowd of females. “Coming this way.”

“Our kings,” they were crying, and you could see the red blisters on their hands. “We have been spelled,” they sobbed.

“You feeling all right?” Eric asked checking out Sookie’s  hands.

“Yes,” she nodded her head. “Not itchy at all. And you touched it as well, how are you?”

“Fine,” Eric was inspecting his hands.

“We need the coffee,” he said to no one in particular. “And a basin. And someone take a cup over to Fairly and have her wash her hands in it as well.”

Those that had scuffled with Fairly were paying the price for their inappropriate behavior. The relief was instantaneous. They dipped their hands in and the pox began to diminish as they sobbed their thanks, bowed to the two kings for saving their lives, and showed a lot of bosom in the process.

Fosser reported in from seeing to Fairly. “She was broken out, my king, but she is now recovering. And the men are making great progress on the reclamation of the shelves. They shall return by the time we should break our mid morning fast at the appropriate hour and then be on our way.”

“Lunch time it is,” Sookie nodded. “Then we shall traverse the land in search of wrong doing and the murderers of the Moorteufels.”

Eric smiled at her. “I wonder how many of them would   put on Queen Sookie’s things even if they would be covered in blisters where it touched their bodies? I am willing to bet all would just to say they did. And there sits my bride, setting fashion trends with spelled clothing.”

“I can see you grinnin’ over there,” she made a face. “Eric, I am willin’ to say I am a descendent of Sookie the First. I guess this sorta proves it. That we share some family DNA.

But that just leads me to other questions. Like, was someone tryin’ to kill Sookie back in the day? This is startin’ to look a whole lot like a feud. And if that is the case, was your mom also a descendent of Sookie the First? And was that one of the reasons they murdered her?”

“Of course she was descended from a dragon line,” Er-erikr replied. “And she would have inherited the clan’s women’s magic  but she died before her mother did. So Granny Woman passed it to Erikr.

I…I don’t know if she was a descendent of Sookie or not. That thought never occurred to me. Of course,  I was powerfully attracted to her. She was strong, no nonsense, a leader and a warrior. Beautiful. The perfect wife. A gifted mother. A woman who could dance. The woman who stole my heart and soul.”

Sookie squeezed her dad’s hand and then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t look so sad,” she said to him. “Please. Or I will start to cry. I am so sorry there was nothing to be done to save her. But maybe this helps to explain Eric and I. We have the same color hair. Exact same. Chances are very good we share a common ancestor somewhere in all of this. Since dragon’s don’t have hair, per say, and I have yet to see any dragons with blond eyebrows, I am thinkin’ we have a human in common. Maybe it really is Sookie the First.”

Eric held out his hand for the book. “Pass it to me. I have held the outside of it and nothing happened. This would make sense. If someone came in to straighten up her things, they would need to be able to touch it. Let’s see what happens when I open it.”

Handing it to him, Eric opened the book and thumbed through it. “Oh,” he stopped to admire some armor, “that is nicely made.

And she did have crown jewels,” he let out a low whistle as he turned another page.

“Anything?” Er-erikr asked.

“I do not feel anything,” he said looking at his hands. “Dad, you want to give it a try?”

“Certainly,” he nodded taking it from his son. Running his hands over the outside he smiled. “This is amazingly smooth and soft.”

“Dragon will kill his foe and work the hide so that his babies can be wrapped up all snug and tight,” O.I. was admiring the work. “Same type of work in that went  into our queen’s boots.”

“Yes,” Sookie wiggled her toes. “These are amazingly comfortable.”

“Labor of love,” O.I. nodded. “Sure ‘nuff.”

“Nothing yet,” Er-erikr said and then opened the book. “Well,” he drew his hands back and then slowly started to lower them. “Yes, a spell. I can feel it. The closer my hands get to the pages, I can feel the heat building up. And not just the palms, but the entire hand.

Do I have to touch it?” he asked.

“No,” Sookie shook her head. “I think that clears things up a bit.

Dad, you are a Sookiehawk, through and through.

Eric,” she looked at her husband,  “you and I share some DNA markers. Which means your mom would have carried them also. I wish I believed in coincidence but I do not. This is really starting to look like a feud. Maybe dragon-to-dragon. Fairly did say she heard something like maybe wings or some type of rough leather. Plus, if a dragon had dampened those lights, would she be able to light them?”

“No,” O.I. shook his head. “She would not be able to get past the dragon magic.”

“So, you know any dragon clans that still carries a grudge?” she asked.

“No,” he replied, “since we is not fae, but dragons; no, we do not interfere with the likes of this and that’s and work for the nasty cause we likes it.”

“So, someone wants her to think that it is the dragons?” Eric was shaking his head. “That just cannot be very smart. And why use the godmothers library?

Because it is one of the godmothers…” his voice trailed off.

“One of what is the godmothers?’ Sookie asked.

“A dragon. One that carries a grudge from the very beginning. Tucked herself all up nice and neat with the godmothers.”

“Really?”  Sookie was eyeing him.  “How do you manage that?”

“A little dragon glamour, my queen,” O.I. raised an eyebrow. “Yous would just shift around from time-to-time.”

“Wow,” Sookie was shaking her head. “So how do you find this perp? They have been doing this for countless ages.”

“Let us say for instance,” Eric began, “that it is Fairly.”

“Oooooookay,” Sookie nodded. “I cannot see that, so make your case.”

“Did you see how she was caressing that book? And I do mean caressing it. Like it was a long lost lover. Also, why do you need a vampire to wander through their dark stacks to solve this mystery that her mother left. All dragons can see in the dark. Why not just use a trusted dragon.”

“I’ve got that,” Sookie nodded, “she does not know a dragon to trust.”

“Good answer,” Eric nodded, “and yet her mother left the letter of innocence written in dragon? Really? So her mother could read and speak dragon and did not teach it to her daughter? I find that difficult to believe. I could speak and read five different languages by the time I was ten. My grandmother and my parents saw to this.

And why must it be the son of her king to walk this path? A trap perhaps? And just what does that little crystal do? In the dark? In their library? On the neck of their prince?”

“Produces some sort of band width of light that can kill a vampire, perhaps?” Er-erikr’s face was not pleased!

O.I. was not amused. “All startin’ to look like a mo’ fo’n plan of the ages. Mo fo’n my Queen. A feud!”

“I  found a vampire and fed your mother vamp blood,” Er-erikr’s voice was soft. “Which did nothing. And yet, your blood healed the poison that had been branded into Fairly’s arm. Of course, if she were dragon, she just healed herself.”

“If she is all powerful, as you say,” Sookie looked at her husband, “So why did her magic then not light the wall torches?”

“Maybe there was no wood in them to light?” O.I. shrugged.

Sookie sat back and said, “I am beginning to smell a rat. A very charming rat. I’m still listening,” Sookie looked from Eric to her father to O.I. “So who planted the book there for her to find? I think we would all probably agree it was Queen Sookie’s,” she now had an eyebrow arched at O.I.

“I did,” O.I. grinned. “I borrowed it from your closet. That is where I found it.

My prince and I we been havin’ the same kinds of thoughts and we has been chattin’. I also started the fire in her library. Just enough to get her runnin’ scared to us. Would not do for us to walk in and demand to see her in her lair.”

“You others suspected her?” Sookie was looking at the three of them. “When?”

“When I watched her arm heal,” all three males said together.

“Vampire blood does not trump dragon’s fire,” Er-erikr, sighed. “We tried. Everything we knew to think of for Gretta. Nothing worked. Not even O.I’s blood. We knew then her killer had to be a very old dragon. But we did not know where to look.

And even if we are wrong about Fairly and she is not dragon, her mother was a traitor. Their family tree has been fully examined and coffee poured into the ground as well. Instead of pouring in life, which we know coffee will do to right a wrong, the tree has been withering that much faster. It was not spelled. It just upholds the curse levied upon traitors.”

“And,” Sookie was watching the women in the trees and turned back to her father. “And if she is dragon, that was not her mother and that woman is still a traitor.”

“That is correct,” the older man sighed.

“Treachery, everywhere,” Sookie reached out and squeezed his hand.  “So, O.I., would there be any way of tracing this dragon’s family?”

“No,” he shook his head. “This battle was fought on earth. Queen Sookie’s husband, Ion, lived in fae and was asked to be in attendance when the earth dwelling dragons destroyed this human city. And on an interesting note, it is recorded that Ion made his bride, Sookie, things out of the dragon hide of his brother.”

“Well, there is a reason,” Sookie threw her hands up into the air. “Wow!” she was round eyed and  shaking her head. “That must have been some war and love at first sight between a dragon and a human.

Then to watch your husband killed by his brother and have your husband’s hide tanned, by his brother, for his human to wear…I’d be pissed!”

“All of it unheard of,” the Proxy king said. “So very unheard of. Even today. And the only one way to find out. That would be to marry her.”

“What?” was heard from under the tent as all eyes were now on him.

“Either she is sweet and innocence, which is fine, she will be acceptable to me as a wife because they are not going to leave this alone until I marry.

I am all for ending this charade of the king taking a bride and moving forward. And if she is blameless, I could do that with her, more so than any of the others that are waiting out in the trees that would cut my throat at the first opportunity.

If she killed my Gretta,” his voice was now a low rumble, “then her life is forfeit. We will also have the murderer of the Moortuefels, which will be gifted on her The Living Death.

“How will you know?” Sookie asked. “How will you know if she is the killer?”

“Oh,” the smile on his face did not hide the death that was in his eyes. “We will all know. I have a plan.”

“A plan,” she was looking at her father with respect. “Until this plan rolls around, what do we do next?” Sookie asked.

“We dance,” came his reply. “After the Proxy King sallies forth taking death and destruction with him and then sallies back where peace shall reign until the morrow, there shall be dancing under the pavilion. At that time, we shall see if Fairly can dance. And whether she can or not, on the dance floor, I shall begin courting her for all who cares to watch.”


Believe—Chapter 16

Banner Believe, a Christmas story

Chapter 16

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I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own. This Story is rated M.

Believe—Chapter 16


Sookie knew the sun was up because their was a stray beam of light tickling her nose.  She was in a bedroom. It was a very nice bedroom. Lots of paintings on the walls with battle scenes and righteous living and it appeared to be The Death from Above in that beautiful crystal mug. Dragons worked into the wood and carved dragons were supporting the beams.

“Eric must have brought us downstairs,” she wiggled around a bit and snuggled back into the pillows as she continued to look around. “That is a huge honking canopy over this bed and where is my stud?”  And just like that, the door was opened by an arm wearing chain mail and in walked her lover, carrying a tray of what smelled divine!

“Is there a potty?” she asked.

“Through that door,” he smiled at her.

“I will be right back,” she got out of bed, gave him a kiss and headed that way.

“Eric,” she called out and then stuck her head back into the room. “I…I just looked out the window and there are…” she crossed her eyes and threw her arms around, “about that many folks and then a million more standing around outside in a line. Some have pitched those little cute pavilions and…and…what are they doing out there?”

“Oh, here on business of the castle type. Have forms that need to be filed. Visas that need to be blessed. Asses they need to kiss.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of you,” he smiled. “The two blue moons set as one this morning. Their Queen Sookie has returned to them. Apparently, this upper floor proves it.”

“What?” she eyed him.

“This floor can only be seen sometimes…I am told, on the night of the two blue moons and the stars all align and a few other mystical things. Ranger tells me it can now be seen from below. Their Queen Sookie is in residence in her Dragon’s Lair, it was called back in the day and apparently present day as well.”

“No,” she said. “I have never been here so how can I return? Eric, you have to help me out, here. This floor has just been spelled, or whatever. Spread that around. I am not their queen Sookie and someone whammied an invisible spell on this, oh,” she gasped, “as she stopped to admire the bed now that she was a distance from it. It appeared to be a dragon in flight!


“More than happy, too,” he grinned at her. “Take care of business, then some breakfast and then some sex and then…a whole lot of waving to the crowds as we move on to the next house in search of the murder of the moorteufels.”

“Not their Queen Sookie,” she said again, this time with quiet determination.

“My queen,” O.I. had a pained expression on his face. “Many doubted that you were. You heard that yesterday. You were,” he stressed, “just a Halfling, that had the very good luck to be named Sookie. Mo’ fo’n, the blue moons were not to suppose to rise last night. And yet they did. And mo’ fo’n, they never set as one. As in never! And yet they did. Sookie the First was a human, after all.  And those unrighteous fools are now thinking that she could would return as a Halfling…” O.I shrugged. “ And this room…this floor, it does not exist. Has been rumors that it appeared  when the blue moons showed up casting shadows of dragons, but I coulds not confirm or deny. Now here it is.”

“Oh come on! This is fae. All kinds of strange comes and goes here. What?” her voice lowered and she was watching O.I. “So just what does this mean?’

“Sookie the First was married to a dragon. All powerful, his stuff topnotch. When she passed on, he put a gaes on their floor or room or whatever,” O.I. said looking around. “Yes, your room takes up the entire floor,” he said nodding to himself.  “So that it would disappear and only open to his Sookie. Or so the story says. There are recordings of what she wore and how she wore it. Simple drawings of her things. Her closet in particular.”

“So this floor just portaled in? Last night?”

“Looks to be that way,” O.I replied, his voice serious.

“That is something I cannot begin to deal with,” she shook her head. “Moving on and lets look for the good in this.

So the kingdom is set to rights and all is good, now that I have returned?” she replied with doubt in her voice. “Will someone or someones throw themselves down and admit to the killings and beg for mercy?”

“Oh no,” O.I. shook his head. “Everyone still wants to rule and side steppin’ you will give additional braggin’ rights. It will be killin’s as usual.”

“Good to know,” she sighed, “mo’ fo’n.

Nice room, though.  Sookie the First, she had exquisite taste.”


There was breakfast, sex, shower, clothes…

“Clothes,” Sookie was looking in what was now her closet. “Everything looks like stardust in here,” she walked out of the closet that was bigger than the entire first floor of her home and waved Eric over. “I could use some help. O.I., you chime in any time as well. What do I wear today?”

“Queenly,” both males said at the same time.

“It all looks queenly in here to me. Besides, I thought this Sookie the First was a bad ass. It is a little hard to be whacking on people with whatever is at hand in all these ruffles and trains that go on forever.”

“Good point,” O.I. nodded. “After alls, today we is on the hunt. But not too muchy muchy of the whacking look for you my queen. That is why the Proxy King is here. To take care of business for you. That is his job. Whack, whack, whack.  You just smiles and nods and tells your Proxy King who to whack on.”

“Hm-m-m,” was all she said when she stepped back inside. “There is a blue dress in here the color of Eric’s eyes. Simple flowing lines but a really nice fabric with what looks to be a velvet…oh yes, a velvet belt that has a lovely little sword attached to it. And there are some darling little what looks to be leather boots. Killer tooling on them.”

“Sounds good,” Eric grinned. “You do know, Lover, that you shall set the fashion trends from now on.”

“What-t-t-t-t?” she looked out at him. “No,” she shook her head. “Now, on with the dress, tighten the belt, oh how cute.

Oh look, a little chain mail topper over here in this to-war section. Hey this is really lightweight. I am so going to wear this.” They could hear the metal sliding on, “And now on with the boots. Oh…look at this scrunchy! I am wearing my hair in a pony tail! I am loving this!

What do you think?” she asked stepping out.

“Trend setter,” Eric grinned as he offered her his arm. The  simple lines of the dress hugged her curves and the chain mail just accented everything else! “And gorgeous,” he kissed her as they walked out of the room with O.I. gliding along above her head.

“Where we headed first?” she asked as they went down the steps.

“First stop, check on Father  and then out into the land of Fae. I hope today goes better than yesterday. But that is apparently doubtful.”

“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. nodded, “very doubtful. Hopes there is somethin’ left in the keg. Coulds be the very best part of this here day. Just in case there is not, once we arrives, I will survey the situation and act accordingly.”


They could hear the music off in the distance once they stepped outside the castle.

You could see the line that snaked around to the front of the castle steps, with an occasional guard looking over paperwork and there were people everywhere relaxing and enjoying the party atmosphere.

“The King’s Own,” Ranger sounded out, “fall in. We are on the move.”

With Eric and Sookie in the center, the guards cleared the path they were to take. There was no waiting on anyone as those standing in the way saw that the guards were not going to give and they scattered out to give them room.

Some called out to “Queen Sookie!”

Sookie looked in their direction and waved as those around the offender told them to “Shush!”

“Watch this,” O.I. chuckled as they continued on their march. “Now you see them, now you don’t,” he smirked and sure enough, where before there had been folks standing in a very long line to take care of king’s business, the only ones that were left were taking down their tents and packing up.

“Here to see you, my queen,” O.I. was all business. “And they saw.”


“Did you see what she was wearing!” was being absorbed, tittered about and by one or two, fainted about!

“Which clan of the small ones collects the two moon dust?”

“They have not spun that in an age and an age!”

“Did they do that for her last night?”

“She was wearing dwarf mail? By the light! Dwarf mail! They live now in the Cloudless Mountains and are never seen!”

“I could just puke,” one lady was sobbing. “I mean just puke and never stop! How am I supposed to manage anything like that? And what color is her hair?”

“Her hair,” one just sat down and cried. “Did you see what she was wearing in her hair? I cannot fathom it…” as the tears ran down her face and she curled up into the fetal position and bawled.

As the Proxy King’s entourage approached the Courting King’s Pavilion, there were indeed many ladies camped out in the tree line. Not on the king’s property, but not so far away from the Courting King, either.

“I am willing to bet,” Eric was shaking his head as he saw his father being led in a dance step by one of his guards, “that the keg is open for business.”

“’Tis gonna be the best of days,” O.I. grinned. “Hopin’ there is still some to share. If nots you two should be just fine if I stepped out for two seconds to fetch some for toastin’. After all, is a new day.”

“It is always a new day,” Eric raised an eyebrow at O.I. “How much of that do you have stored?”

“Hidden, my Proxy King,” he chuckled. “And last batch was made before the Unholy Wars. Been agin’ nicely in those whiskey barrels I been pilferin’ from earth.”

“Wooden cask…” Eric arched his other eyebrow. “Would you happen to know anything at all about the wooden mead barrels that would go missing from our village from time-to-time? Sometimes with the mead in them.”

“What?” the dragon looked shocked and then grinned as he settled back around Sookie’s neck.

“Scoundrel,” Eric breathed out only loud enough for those around him to hear.

O.I. looked extremely pleased and winked back.

“Father,” Eric called out as they approached. “I see you have advanced to…what century is this?”

“This is a two and one couplet and it was popular three ages, ago. I like this dance very much. I had already come to power and I did not have time to learn to dance. Seems to be my tragic fate, until know, for a courting king must know how to dance.

My lovely daughter,” he nodded in approval. “Most excellent. I very much approve of your choice of wardrobe. And especially what you are wearing in your hair.”

“We call it a scrunchy,” she smiled at him. “Very useful for keeping your hair back out of your face.”

“Yes,” he laughed, “yes it is.

If I might,” he took her hand and had her sit. “There are other ways for it to keep the hair from your face,” he said taking out her ponytail. “It can also be worn like this,” he smiled at her and placed it around her head, the thickest part  with the jewels intertwined, resting on her forehead. “It is a warring crown. Queen Sookie would wear it as she deemed fit. She was not partial to crowns either, but would wear it as you do now, with her hair pulled back out of her face so that when she killed her enemy, she could watch the life drain from their eyes and know that they had passed on.”

Taking it off her head, he once more pulled her hair back and made her a tail.

“I…I did not know,” was all she could think of to say.

“Well, of course not. There are legends about her things. Her room. Her clothes. Her closet. No one has been able to find the door, let alone breech it. And here you stand dressed in her things.”

“What?” she gasped.

“The blue moons rose last night out of season. The two became one moon and stayed that way, even as they set.  I do believe that the magic the moons  spun last night has unlocked the floor where she and her dragon husband lived. Just as was promised. There have been reports of that top floor being seen on some nights when the moons are first coming up. But I have never witnessed it.”

“Tis there my king, with the banners and the Dragon and Sookiehawk flags flying from the windows,” O.I. nodded. “Sorrowfuls I am that you will not get to perceive it until your Courting is finished. To see the Dragon’s Lair unfurled as it sits on top and abides, tis a wondrous site. Truly finishes off the castle.”

“Drat the luck,” Er-erikr sighed. “I would love to take a peek inside the Dragon’s Lair, as it was called back in the day. I hear it is filled with wonders. But my time is not yet to do so, so I shall just abide until it is my time.

These things you wear, my daughter, they are our history. There is a sketchbook in the library along with an inventory of Queen Sookie’s closet. That is how we are so familiar with what you are wearing.”

“These things really are hers?” her  voice was a whisper. “O.I. was spinning some dragon tall tales, I thought.”

“Yes, they are hers,” he nodded. “Who found the room?”

Sookie looked at Eric who just shrugged back at his wife.  “I went down the steps from the roof. Father said to pick any room. This door was open, it looked inviting, and you were asleep. There was a fire and the bed was turned back along with a tray of small bites to eat and a beautiful crystal carafe. It looked like a lovely place to wake and greet the day. I thought someone in the castle had prepared it for us. Maybe a dragon. There is in the room a very heavy dragon motif.”

Sookie said nothing, just watched the tree line. “Looks like you have quite the gathering. You think your bride is out there?” she asked she turned and looked at her father-n-law.

“No,” he shook his head and smiled at her. “No, she is not. Nothing comes easily to me my daughter,” he sighed and then took her hand. “So this will not come easily either. Besides, I am in no hurry. The Proxy King is going to right many wrongs and will show them just how blessed they are to have me for a king. No one,” he grinned at his son, “is going to want him to come back around.

Daughter,” his attention was back on her as he smiled and squeezed her hand. “This is your life.  Yours. It does not belong to the fae. You live it the way you see fit. I know it is not here. You belong on earth, with your friends and your family. This…this will see its way through. It always does.”

“Thanks,” she smiled at him, took a deep breath and said, “Let’s get this show on the road and give them something to talk about.”


Fairly was making her way to the basement to straighten out the books in the Homesteader section. House blessings, baby blessing, blessing for the gardens. She had lucked into finding about fifty volumes just right there! They had not been kicked around or destroyed in any manner, or so it seemed. That was a real find and she was going to clear off a shelf that was on the floor, buried under parts of books it looked like, and actually make progress.

When she opened the door it looked like the wall torches inside the library, on the far backside just winked out. There was the light that pushed in past the door from the hallway and that was all. The darkness held sway in the room.  Just as it should.

“Odd,” she said as stepped in and then smelled smoke. “A..a…not wood fire smoke but something…and for a moment that sounded like the rustling of wings. Or…or…a leather cloak of some sort!

Who is here?” she called out.

When she got no answer, she beckoned for the torches on the wall to light. When they did not, “That’s odd, my magic can usually work that,” she mused and she stuck a flint to the wall and pushed the spark into the torchwood. When it caught, she took it out of its holder and walked from torch to torch until the antechamber that greeted you to the library was lit. The work that she had done in here was undisturbed. She had righted the desks, grouped the chairs and had organized what was left of their card catalogue system and the in-house lending books that were always available.

Looking out past the light into the dark…this was now her domain. She feared nothing that walked here!

There it was, that smell of smoke, again. She was beginning to think that someone was coming down here and practicing their magic that was possibly forbidden. Stepping out into the hall, she picked up her broom that she had brought. Holding the it by with handle with the straws up in the air, “Light,” she said and a blue glow shed enough light for her to see as she proceeded into the deep, dark, ever on going room.

“I have the king’s blessing and you cannot scare me out of what is now my life’s work,” she frowned.  “I will not allow it! We shall once more have a library!” she said as she walked back inside and made her way into the dark cavernous chamber, brushing aside new cobwebs. As she went along, it became obvious that someone had pushed over a shelf she had neatly catalogued and set a fire. That was the smoke that she smelled. “What ignorant, opinioned, lower than harpy shit for brains animal did this?” she hissed.

“You will not drive me away,” she said out loud as she turned around and went back to the anteroom. “You will not,” she added with venom! “I have the blessing of the king!” she said to herself, her voice was angry. “We will have a library,” she hissed to whoever was listening and then her foot hit on something on the cleared path she swept daily and it went scooting across the floor and into the anteroom. “More odd,” she thought as she followed her path with books balanced on either side of her.

Picking up the tome, it was the Inventory Of Queen Sookie’s Closet.

“Where have you been?” she asked as she smiled at the book and ran her hand over the dragon skin tooled leather. “Perhaps most important,” she tucked the book under her arm and walked to the door, “who dropped   you in their haste to leave? And I guess I should just be thankful they did not lock me in,” she said with a shudder as she closed the door and started up the stairs. “Although they could hear me yelling in several different rooms upstairs, The Light knows it would be a while before someone came and let me out. I need to remove that door,” she nodded to herself. “All the doors in the library. We shall have open stacks, literally!

And on one…no one will be locking me in!

I know what needs to be done,” she set her shoulders and steadied her nerves. Her mission was now clearly defined and its path lay before her! It was time to have a chat with what was left of her house! With each step up she grew bolder and angrier and by the time she reached the main level, she had thought about what she wanted to say. “Destroy knowledge, not on my watch!” she seethed.

Her broom was still lit with a blue glow that she held upright as she entered the room. The spider webs she had walked through left a veil on her head and the smokey ash from the recent fire now clung to her clothes, giving her an effervescent appearance as she shimmered in the morning light.  Her appearance was not that of the clean and tidy godmothers. Instead, it looked like an avenging guardian just dug out of the dirt of old!

“With the Chancellor dead, I am no longer  held under her gaes,” she spit out as she stormed into the main floor meeting room where this morning on the lawn of the castlewas being discussed. “I do not know which one of you,” she snarled, “has been down in the library undoing my good work, but know this, if I catch you, I shall nail you to my family tree that you have poisoned! I am off to see the king and ask for help in straightening out our stacks. After the destruction I just found, no one here can be trusted and we shall have a library!

I shall return when I have finished my business with the king!

Glory in this day and the one to follow,” she gave them the parting litany that was always said as one left the grounds.  With a grand sweeping bow, she continued on. “Ha! No one thought I would ever be able  to say that! Ha!”

“And to you as well,” they replied as she stormed out of the building and set off to find the castle.

“I have heard everyone say that you just follow the golden path,” she nodded her head once she was past their gate and stood out under the trees. “Oh, there it is,” she smiled. “They said that there was a path from each major residence to the castle’s road. Well good for me. I shall use it to my advantage and be there and…and…” the tears started. “Please let me keep it together,” she sighed. “Oh,” she felt the book pressing into her side. “Well, you just come along with me and keep me company. If we must wait, at least I will have something to read and to admire.”

Once she was on the castle’s road, there were plenty to keep her company! Many were heading towards the residence and there was gossip a plenty! As she walked, she listened and was just a little aghast at what she heard.

“The Dragon’s Lair,” was said over and over, “it can be seen now. It sits there, on top of the castle with dragon banners flying along with the Sookiehawk banners and not a blue moon in sight!”

“Fairy tales,” one old woman laughed. “The stuff we put our children to bed with. How the dragon king will swoop in and feed you to his human bride! We shall see,” she cackled “what all this fuss is about!”

“My sister saw it, she swears, and came running home to tell us.

When she took to her broom and rode for a closer look. The closer she got to the top, the heavier she became until she could go no higher and the weight of herself took her crashing down below. Frightened out of her mind, she is, as she still cowers at home under the bed sheets.”

“Seriously,” another spoke up, “she is under the extra bed sheets she stores under her bed.”

“Not her bed,” was said in a whisper, “but our ma’s and pa’s. Says she is never coming out!”

There was laughter of the desperate sort. “Well, she will when the Proxy King comes around and wants all accounted for.”

“Does she travel with him?” A small child asked. “Does our Queen Sookie travel with him, the Proxy King?”

“Hush child,” her mother picked her up and hugged her. “Do not speak the lie, or we will give it life.”

“Do not speak it,” was whispered among the crowd. “We need the Proxy King to be gone and take with him what would terrify us all.”

“Up ahead are the blue trees,” one woman was giggling. “I am not married and I wish to dance with the Courting King. Queen Sookie may have her bower in the clouds while the Proxy King keeps watch; I can perhaps have the Courting King in my bed and if I please him, his heir in my belly! I shall have a throne on the main floor! Tally ho!” she cried as she broke off from the crowd and was joined by several other females.

“She is very ambitious and knows not what she desires,” Fairly shuddered at the thought. “I want to see the bower,” she regarded her broom. “But only from the ground. After I see the bower for myself, then I shall be off to gain an audience with the Courting King.

No need to mark the path to find my way back here,” she thought as there was now a well defined track that the women were taking. “If I cannot get my bearing from the castle, I will just come back and begin here.”

Hopping onto her broom, she pulled out of the crowd and was off to the side, levitating along as she continued to listen to the gossip and was receiving a thousand year plus education in court intrigue, espionage, and just the very dirty and dishonest dealings of the fae in general.

“No wonder the Proxy King is busy righting wrongs. We have truly perverted what was once grand and glorious about us.

I wonder if there is any coming back from this? Not that it matters, I shall live out my days in my library.”


It was a party out in the trees as the ladies waved to each other and cast brilliant smiles at the Courting King and his family. When Fairly floated in she observed what was going on around her. Which was not much as they all stood watching and waving at the people who were sitting, standing, and dancing under the pavilion.  They were also at length discussing what the Proxy King’s wife was wearing.

Fairly took a good look at Sookie and then started thumbing through her book. “Yes,” she nodded as she compared what was on the page to what was on the person.

“The blue Sookiehawk dress that she wore when she went gathering. Yes, there, the dwarf made chain mail that she wore when she brokered war or peace treaties.  Damn, even the leather dragon boots. Her husband killed his own brother and had them fashioned for her.”

When Sookie turned her head, she could see it, “The Hunting Crown,” she gasped.

“What?” a woman standing next to her said and leaned in to see what she was looking at.

Fairly turned to the front of the book and showed her the cover.

“By all that is unholy?” the woman screeched. “Where did you find that?”

“Our library,” she replied. “All the clan libraries should have one. And there is nothing unholy about this. She wears Queen Sookie’s things.”

“What is not unholy,” another woman stepped up. Then another and another as Fairly thumbed through the pages and verified what she now knew was the truth.

“Leave me be,” Fairly shouted as she was pressed by the crush of women as they tried to take the book from her. There were so many clinging to her that she could not elevate on her broom.

Everyone heard the drawing of steel and the rough voice, “What is amiss here?”

All the women shrunk back as the Proxy King towered above them, his eyes blazing and his sword at the ready.

“My Proxy King,” her broom settled to the ground and she dismounted, bowing. “I have come to call on the Courting King, or perhaps yourself, I am no longer certain about who I am to speak too, about putting our library back to rights.

I found this tome while I was shelving manuscripts and thought I would come and see for myself what everyone could not take to heart or could take to heart. Once these women saw it, they tried to take it from me.”

Eric glared back into the crowd and they shrunk back even further.

Showing him the book, Eric said, “Interesting, come with me.”

Together they walked across the field and up to the tent where there was food, early wine, and song. Along with a concerto of musicians , a choir of dragons and several opened casks that smelled of alcohol and was a beautiful purple color with a silver cosmos of stars mixed into it.

“Tell us,” Eric motioned for his father to come over. “What is amiss and why you are here.”

Eric handed the book to Sookie who began to look through it as Er-erikr came over and sat down and Fairly began her tale.






25 May and Still Posting

Dear Readers,

Many, many thanks to 4PadFoot and Redjane12! They set me in the right direction. These ladies rock!

After much reading, researching and more just what the fuck, because most of it I did not understand, because I am not a web designer or lawyer, I think I shall be in good standing, especially since I do not live in the U.K. or the E.U. and I do not “provide goods or services” to anyone in the U.K. or the E.U.  (If I did, let the hoop jumping, begin!) All I have are readers. And for those abroad   and anyone else (no discrimination, here,)  who stops by to read, there shall be more words of the “if you don’t want cookies following you around, turn off your browser.  Also something along the line of “I don’t store your personal information. I am not your mother….please do not ask me to….”   (I am presently working on my you can jump ship here, slogan.) On May 25 the “slogan” will be on my page and probably at the beginning of each new chapter.

As always, thanks for reading!

And for continuing to read!

Be blessed and be the blessing,




Dear Readers,

I received a heads up from I am Gyllene about websites being in compliance with the European General Data Protection Regulation(GDPR) on 25 May. She said she had all of hers in place so I went to take a look.

Wow! I do not speak legal-eze and there is a lot of it on her site. I have no idea where to begin.

So come May 25,  this website could be history if I cannot figure this out. If it is gone, I will post the rest of Believe on my Carroll E. Stewart facebook page and also on FictionPad.

I could use some help! Seriously! Hellllllllllp!

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,