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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,

CES