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Never An Absolution	By : SatansFaith Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never An Absolution Chapter 1

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Author's Note � Some of you may have noticed that
sometimes I will say 'King' when referring to Kai or Tala, but then at others I
say 'Prince'. This is not a typo or an error, because technically, neither have
been crowned King, but in the present situation they are the rulers of their
Kingdom.

The same with Rei, sometimes he will be grouped in with
the Fae for sheer simplicity, but he is not Fae born like Johnny and Tala. You'll find out later though, promise
^-^ Thanks to those who have reviewed.

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Tala awoke sometime later, hissing through his teeth as
the impatient stab of pain at his thigh prodded him into conciousness. It took
a moment for his eyes to adjust to the inky blackness of the shadows, but after
that moment had passed he could see Rei sitting by his side, smiling slightly,
and Johnny leaning against the far wall, head propped against the unforgiving
stone with his arm lying across his lap.

He could hear the dripping water and the sound of
scurrying, and it didn't take long for him to guess that they were in a Vampire
dungeon. However when Rei squeezed his hand he turned to meet the golden pools
in the darkness, and he could feel his stomach tightening in anger. �Thank
goodness you're awake!� He cried. �Johnny and I thought you'd bleed to death!�

�Speak for yourself.� Came the grumpy retort from the
formerly believed sleeping redhead.

Ignoring what would possibly turn into a bickering
contest between the two Tala slowly sat up, mindful of the pain, and he stared
for a moment at his injured leg. It had been wrapped crudely with a relatively
clean cloth, but at least the blood flow had been stemmed. He smiled slightly
as he saw Johnny begin to move, and asked in a hushed whisper �How is he?�

�Alright for the most part.� Rei murmured lowly in
return, trying to keep the volatile redhead from overhearing. If he did he'd
accuse them both of mothering him. �His shoulder is dislocated.� The midnight
haired Neko-jin shrugged. �It could have been much worse though.�

�Yes. Right now we could all be dead.�

Rei winced, and knew Johnny would have had a similar
reaction to the loud, pointed reply. �Tala please, we couldn't do anything
else.� He tried, tone placating and voice gentle.

�You could have fought and died with honour. I told you
� the alternative is not good, for who knows Rei, I might not be the only one
taken as a concubine for whatever Vampire decides to be kind enough to allow us
into his bed!�

Had any of the dungeons occupants been listening they
would have heard the footsteps walking down the corridor. They would have heard
the nervous shifting of armour, and they would have heard a few low murmurs.
But they were much too busy with their current topic of conversation to notice.
Kai, however, decided he wanted to listen to the conversation also, and so
leant against the wall, smirking as he heard the venomous hisses from the
prince, and the quiet soothing of the slender Neko-jin, Bryan and the
half-dozen guards he had brought with him listening also.

When the argument was abruptly halted Kai sighed,
shaking his head as he waved a hand at the nearest guard, who hurried forward
and quickly unlocked the door, shoving it open and standing back to allow his
King inside first. While the prisoners were shackled, they had enough chain to
move freely from one side of the room to the other, but they could not get
close to the door. There was no danger in allowing his King to go in first.

Tala's eyes focused instantly on the regal figure who
strolled into the room, forcing his features to remain impassive, even as his
mind registered how easily the bluenette could blend into the darkness. He
tilted his head, leant back against the wall, and asked as coldly as he could,
�Here to gloat?�

Kai smirked slightly, pausing in the middle of the room,
the light falling upon his back and casting eerie shadows about his face, his eyes
burning flames at midnight. �Not at all, simply having you and your men moved
to more...comfortable living quarters. Unless you have some objection to my
hospitality?�

His head cocked even further to the side. �You know
something, your grandfather was a lot of things. Dictator, rapist, sadist...but
he was honest. When he intended to have you killed he didn't wine and dine his
victims first. He just did it.�

Kai's head also tilted to the side, clasping his hands
behind his back as he focused his full attention on the Fae who met his gaze
without fear or shame. For all he knew the guards had left the room and taken
the two prisoners with them, running down the hall screaming in the tongue of
the Dwarves. All he knew was that this pretty little Fae was defying him with
his fearless stare. �Who said I had any intention to kill you? My grandfather
intended to kill you. I, however, have no such intent and so I should hope my
geniality will be graciously accepted...or do simple Fae manners differ so
drastically from the rest of the civilised world?�

�Only when such ludicrous accusations as to the
possibility of a civilised and gracious Vampire are brought up.� Tala replied
smoothly.

One of the soldiers walked between them, breaking the
intense eye-contact and reminding Kai of their presence. His smirk widened.
�Perhaps we can continue this interesting discussion later, for right now I
have other things to see to as the new King. Bryan, I'm sure you will take
excellent care of them.�

�I should have aimed at him instead.� Tala muttered at
the bluenette's retreating back, glaring as one of the soldiers uncuffed his
wrists. He contemplated striking him, but thought against it. They were armed
and much more numerous. He would wait.

Bryan spoke next, drawing his eyes away from the
familiar face of the redhead who had yet to take his eyes off him to look at
the Fae prince. �His Highness wishes you to know that we have hundreds of Fae
hostages, and as long as you remain civil and peaceful he will keep them in decent
lodgings and well taken care of until such times as negotiations are over.�

Tala tore his gaze away from the guard who was standing
before him, waiting for him to stand, and met the almost silver eyes that
watched him. He offered the older male a small smile. �Well noted.� He murmured
to himself, getting to his feet and giving a long, languid stretch. �Might I
ask what these negotiations are?�

Bryan shrugged. �You might ask, but even were you to do
so I could not answer, for I do not know. However if I had to make an educated
guess I would think it was to do with the return of your people and yourself to
your Kingdom.�

�Ah, but why would someone with a King in checkmate make
a false move and allow escape? Prolonged torture or fair chance?� Tala didn't
like the way Johnny was staring at the lilac-haired Vampire and shot him a
warning glance.

�His Highness and the King Voltaire do not share the
same ideals.� Bryan answered, waving his hand toward the door when he noticed
that the three were uncuffed. His eyes instantly locked on the two make-shift
bandages � one around the princes thigh, the other around Johnny's shoulder.
�Once you are all settled in your rooms I'll summon the healer to check on you
both.� He added distractedly as he began leading them through the halls.

�So tell me, which ideals differ with the King Voltaire
and His Highness?� Tala enquired, somehow managing to keep up with the quick
strides, even with his injured leg. �As far as I have been led to believe they
are cut from the same cloth.�

�...in some ways, yes. In others, no. If His Highness
had decided to start war with your race, firstly he would never have done it in
the middle of the night on a religious day of rest for your people. Secondly,
he would never have slaughtered the royalty. Thirdly, he would never have taken
a prince, princess, queen or king hostage and then use them as a courtesan.�

The third remark was pointed, and Tala couldn't help but
chuckle softly. �No? What will happen to his deceased Highnesses Harem then? Or
was that merely legend?�

�No. It is reality. And whatever happens to them is up
to His Highness.�

Tala nodded thoughtfully and allowed the rest of the
trip to move along in silence, though when they stopped before a room and Bryan
told Johnny that these were to be his rooms, he broke from his thoughts and
spoke. �Separate rooms?� He repeated, arching a questioning brow.

�Surely you all do not wish to sleep in the same room?�
Bryan asked in return.

The three shared a glance, and unanimously nodded.

�I will relay this to the King, however the rooms have
been prepared and for now it would help things go smoothly if you accepted the
separate rooms for the time being.�

�Di midla su lamana?� Tala questioned the two, who
shared another look and then nodded. He looked back to Bryan. �Acceptable for
the time being.�

Johnny gave a cautious glance at Bryan before slipping
into the room, closing the door behind himself. Sure he was inside alright,
Bryan continued walking, halting momentarily to point out his room -four doors
down and opposite Johnny's- and let them know that if they required anything
just to go to him. Rei's room turned out to be right next door to the lilac-haired
males room, and soon Rei too disappeared from their company.

Tala suddenly noticed that the other soldiers had not
followed them to their rooms, and wondered why the bluenette vampire had
trusted enough that he and his men would cause no trouble. There had been three
of them, after all, and even though he and Johnny were injured they still would
have been able to overpower this...well, he didn't know exactly what he was, but he assumed him to be a friend of the
King.

�He doesn't know whether or not you will cooperate. He
is not a mind reader. He was merely hoping that you would be sensible and
rational enough to be cooperative.� Bryan responded simply as he turned a
corner. �Your room is a little further ahead Highness.�

Tala couldn't help but cock a brow at that. �Highness?�
He repeated.

�You are royalty, unless I am mistaken, and therefore I
will refer to you as such.� Bryan answered indifferently.

�Or...you know...you could call me Tala like everyone
else does.� The redhead agreed with a light-hearted shrug.

Bryan noticed his mood had turned for the better and
couldn't help but smile slightly. �Why on Earth would I do that?�

�...because I think I like you.� He shrugged once more
to show his confusion, and then blinked slowly. �I thought you said I wasn't
going to be joining a harem?�

�You're not.� Bryan replied, relatively confused by the
question.

�Then why am I being put in a room right next to His
Highness?�

The older male couldn't help but note that every time
Tala had used that title when referring to Kai his voice had always held some
degree of mockery. He didn't mention it, however, and gave him the same answer
he gave to anyone who seemed tentative about sleeping in a room next door to
either Kai or Voltaire. �Royal guests sleep in rooms either adjoined with or
next to the rooms of the King. It gives them peace, as the servants will not
trespass here unless given a specific order to do so, and the King is right
next door should you need him.�

Tala managed to restrain himself from snorting
derisively, shaking his head when Bryan shot him an amused stare. �Never mind.�
He murmured under his breath, nodding in thanks. It was as Bryan turned to
leave he didn't realise who the male was, and so asked �Might I be permitted
your name?�

Bryan turned back long enough to reply. �You may call me
Bryan. I am His Highnesses general and advisor.�

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Unlike his ancestors before him, proper etiquette when
faced with sitting on a throne did not concern Kai. He was slouched unsloppily,
but almost menacingly into the cushioned seat, his left leg seemingly thrown
haphazardously over the left arm of the throne, his other foot resting flatly
on the floor. His right arm was dangling over the opposite side, his left
across his stomach as his head tilted back, his hair barely brushing the stone
surface as his umber gaze rested on the doors. He was all in all in a position
one might call ungraceful, that is, if it were not him that was sat there.

He knew what most people thought of the throne room, especially
foreign dignitaries. It was monstrous, with it's seemingly never-ending
ceiling, the stained-glass windows that let in just enough light for the Humans
to see where they were going and what they were doing, it's imposing portraits
of Hiwatari's past. The tapestries depicted dark and almost holy images, the
barren stone throwing echoes all around the spacious room, the carcasses of the
once proud and strong Lycan Alpha Males flanking the path one would have to
take to reach the throne, a silent and foreboding warning.

The doors were thrown open and Kai let out a silent
groan, squeezing his eyes closed and lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his
nose. 'It begins.' He thought bitterly, cracking open his eyes to face what was
sure to be an enraged senate. And even though he had never had the patience or
will to deal with them, he couldn't help but smirk at the looks on their faces.

Boris, the head of the senate, looked utterly horrified,
as if a Lycan had just walked into the throne room and relieved his bladder on
the male's boots. The others appeared just as abashed. �P-Prince--� One began
to stammer, and he straightened up abruptly, glaring at him.

�King.� He sliced in venomously. �It is my new title,
after all.�

�How dare you!� Boris barked, eyes blazing with rage at
the cool reprisal. �The King will hear of this!�

Kai felt the smile twitching about the corners of his
lips and let out a low chuckle, allowing his body to slump back into it's
previously comfortable and possessive embrace of the throne. �He has heard, and
it has been noted Boris.�

�Prince Kai, enough of this game.� Boris ordered
sternly, folding his arms before his chest fearlessly as he glared at the
Vampire he had seen grow from a babe to adulthood. �Where is King Voltaire? Did
he stay at Asphodel?�

�In a way...yes.� Kai agreed, smirk widening to reveal
pearly sharp teeth.

�When will he return?�

�As soon as the winds blow his ashes back to Malevor,
I'd imagine.� Kai shrugged artlessly as one of the females let out a cry of
disbelief. �He has passed into the next world, and with his...untimely death,�
he could feel the amused smirk curling his lips as he saw Boris' broad form
shivering with contained rage, �I ascend to the throne.�

�I will not--!�

If looks could kill Boris would have been a pile of
smouldering ashes, but since Kai's wish for that to occur didn't come true, he
was pleased that it killed the words he was about to speak. �You have no
choice.� He responded icily. �You know the law. When the King dies, his heir
takes the throne. And all I have to say about my grandfather's demise is that
it was about time. He should have handed the throne over to me the moment I was
of age.�

An elderly advisor, whom Kai recognised to be his
grandfather's favourite, shook his head, a sneer of disgust curling his lips.
�We will not agree to this.�

Kai arched a brow, composure regained. �You will not, or
the senate will not?� He asked softly.

�I will not. And I am sure the senate will support my
decision. We will not allow you to ascend to the throne.� He glanced to Boris
quickly, then turned back to face the Vampire Prince with renewed confidence.
�And we know the law also, Prince Kai. The only way you can ascend to the
throne is by marriage. Your grandfather's death, though tragic, is also sudden.
And as such, the senate is commanded by law to rule. You have no power.�

Kai offered him a blank smile. �Forgive me sir, I forget
your name.�

�Marius.� The hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously, flashing
in confusion.

�Ah, that's right, Marius. I apologise for the
rudeness.� The lightly mocking tone that carried in this sentence proved he
felt otherwise. �Marius, you say I have no power.�

�You do not. As of this moment, the senate rule Malevor,
and all of your grandfather's Kingdoms, until you have found a wife.�

�I'm afraid I disagree.� Kai smirked. �Guards, take
Marius to the prison. He is to be tried for treachery against his King.�

�This is an outrage!� Boris roared as he saw the guards
that had escorted them to the room move towards Marius.

Kai didn't even glance at him, eyes returning the
intense stare of the proud senate-man who was now being held by two guards.
�You claimed I have no power Marius. I think my guards would disagree. They see
things in the most simplest of ways � Voltaire is dead, I am alive. I am King,
and you are heading towards an execution. Confess to your crime, and I assure
you it will be swift and painless. Confess not, and you will wish you had been
born a mute for ever speaking out against me.�

Marius spat on the ground, eyes blazing with fierce
loyalty. �I have committed no treachery, for you are no King of mine!�

�And that, Marius, is your crime.� Coolly amused crimson
eyes swayed to the guards, a smirk curling his lips. �Get him out of my sight.�
He dismissed. He watched as the two guards nodded, offered a quick salute to
their commander, and a low bow to their King. Kai was disappointed that Marius
neither struggled nor protested as he was taken from the room. That would have
amused him for a few moments. Slowly he turned his eyes back to the remaining
members of the senate. �Any other...objections?�

�You cannot take the throne till you are wed, Prince
Kai. You cannot change that law. Find a wife and marry her and then the Kingdom
will be yours to do with as you wish. But first you need a bride.�

Kai grit his teeth in sheer frustration and got stiffly
but smoothly to his feet, glaring down at the senate from the dais. �As Prince
I still hold rank over each and every one of you. And you need not worry, you
won't have to worry about my Kingdom for long.� With all the regal grace he
could muster he walked down the steps, eyes glued on Boris's smug pair. �Oh,
but there is one thing required of you � burn it.� He waved his hand vaguely
towards the throne.

�Prince Kai, that throne has been in your family for
generations!� A noblewoman squeaked softly, lifting a hand to cover her gasp.

�It's also uncomfortable. Burn it.� He reiterated
without a backward glance, walking through the throne room doors and out into
one of the many halls of the palace. He saw Bryan leaning calmly against the
wall next to one of the doors and gave him an annoyed and volatile smirk.
�They'll regret this.� He promised.

�I have no doubt.� The lilac-haired Vampire agreed with
a nod, kicking his weight up off the wall as he saw his King incline his head
away. They walked in comfortable silence for several moments before Bryan
softly asked, �Tell me, Highness, how do you hope that the senate will
accomplish your order to burn a throne made of granite?�

�I don't.� Was the simple reply. �And when they fail
they will be punished. I might execute a few to make an example.� The pair
paused, seemingly randomly, and Kai turned to one of the many tapestries that
decorated the walls of the palace. Voltaire had had it made as a reminder to
all of his victory over the Lycans.

Sparing a quick glance down each side of the hallway he
quickly lifted the edge back, pushing the stone door back and moving inside. He
heard a light tap as the tapestry fell back into place as Bryan released it and
then the light that had flooded in from the hall was blanketed in darkness as
the door was pushed back into place.

He continued walking forward, and through all the murk
and shadows he did not stumble, not even when the floor began to ascend upwards
in a crooked and winding staircase. No one except Bryan knew of this rooms existence,
and for years Kai had retreated to this secret place to muse and plot. He
lifted a hand without looking up and felt the simple wooden door open under his
palm, and he blinked at the sudden light from the fire place.

�What am I to do Bryan?� He asked with a weary sigh,
dropping into one of the overstuffed armchairs placed before the fire. He
enjoyed watching the flames flicker and dance, casting shadows and light around
the room in strange but beautiful shapes.

�You know the law Kai, you must wed before being
declared King. And only a King can change that law, so that option is also
out.� Bryan responded calmly, taking the second chair, clasping his hands in
his lap as he stared at the scowling bluenette. �Your only option is to wed.
Someone...disposable.�

Kai chuckled softly at the last comment, lifting his
eyes to meet the thoughtful gaze of his long time friend. �Like my grandfather
and his first wife?� He asked cryptically.

Bryan gave him a disapproving frown. �I do as I am
ordered to Kai.�

�I know, I know.� Kai dismissed, waving his hand. �I was
merely curious. Who?�

�I cannot choose for you Kai. However, while we are
thinking of 'who' perhaps you should enlighten me as to these negotiations you
are planning to make to the Fae Prince.� He didn't mind when Kai's eyes moved
away from him to stare at something.

�I do not have the time or the inclination to rule
another Kingdom Bryan, you know this. Neither do I have the inclination to
slaughter hundreds of innocent beings. I do not like Fae, but neither do I have
anything against them. They simply...are.�

�How long do you intend to leave them in their rooms?�

Kai blinked and glanced back to Bryan, arching a curious
brow. �What do you mean?�

�They seemed rather...reluctant to separate.� Bryan
explained, settling back in his chair and noticing Kai's eyes stray once more.

�Wouldn't you be if the positions were reversed?� Kai
asked with amusement.

�Touch�.� Bryan nodded.

�But I think we'll leave them in separate living
quarters for the time being. If I moved the three of them into one room...� Kai
sighed, shaking his head. �Let me rephrase that, how am I supposed to negotiate
with someone who does not trust that I will fulfil my word?�

�It's not possible.�

�Exactly. And if he has heard even half of the rumours
that have been spread about me...�

�...he will be even more suspicious of your intentions.
He did mention his room in particular earlier.�

�It will either intimidate him into submitting to my
demands, or reassure him that my intentions are not dishonourable.� Kai smiled,
head tilting slightly. �Bryan, do you know how old my mother was when she
painted that?�

Bryan blinked at the abrupt change of topic and looked
over his shoulder to see the painting in question. It depicted a girl at the
edge of a chasm, her hair braided and interlaced with flowers, ghostly hands
reaching out and pulling at her clothes. He turned back to the bluenette,
musing for a long moment. �She painted that three years after her marriage to
your father. She would have been...four-hundred and three.�

Kai nodded. �Do you know what it is? I have always
wondered.�

�It is based on the human story of Hades and Persephone.
Hades was an immortal God who stole Persephone away into the Underworld with
him, forcing her to wed...at the time she told me it reminded her of her
marriage to your father.�

�Royal marriages are rarely for love.� Kai agreed lowly.

�Your father loved your mother from the moment he laid
eyes on her.� Bryan argued calmly. �Your mother, however, was reluctant. She
had another love, a simple boy. Her parents had not thought of anything better,
as she was not born royal. Or even noble. Your grandfather was displeased by
his sons choice of mate, but made no verbal arguments after your father made it
clear he would wed her with or without his consent. And that if he had to give
up the throne, he would do so to have her. In time she learned to love him in
return.�

Kai shook his head and closed his eyes. �And my
grandfather had his first wife assassinated. Oh what a twisted web we weave.�

Bryan cleared his throat slightly. �About the
Prince...?�

�He can stay where he is.� Kai responded blankly. �Fae
like gardens and nature, do they not?�

A nod. �Naturally. They are the species most connected
to nature and it's needs and calls.�

�The negotiations should be held in the gardens then.
And what do you mean, natures needs and calls?�

Bryan shrugged slightly and sighed in mild annoyance. He
hated being a centuries older than his King, because whenever Kai needed to
know something, he had never gone and researched it in a book. He always asked
Bryan. �Years and years ago at the beginning of time the Fae believe that the
great God Ashkir created the world. First He created the land, then the sea,
and then the creatures who live in it. He created His wife Vanitas from what He
believed as the most beautiful animal in the world � a feline. However with Vanitas's
beauty came great vanity, and He soon grew weary of her.

He created several other influential Gods and Goddesses,
never repeating what He believed was a mistake by forming them from a cat. He
created Palenthial, Goddess of Darkness, to give the creatures of the world
time to rest after a hard day's work. He created Tolero, God of the Earth and
Fertility, to help keep the fruit of His world bountiful. Vanitas gave Him
several children, but that is beside the point to this story.�

�Might I interrupt for a moment?� Kai interceded as soon
as Bryan paused to draw breath. After a curt nod he continued. �Isn't Tolero a
male God?�

Bryan just stared at Kai for a long moment, then nodded
once more. �Indeed. Why do you ask?�

�Why is a male God of Fertility?�

�With Fae things like this mean little, although it is a
key part to the question you originally asked. If I may continue...?�

Kai nodded slightly, still confused. �Go on.� He
allowed.

�Ashkir soon found His lust swaying from the cruel and
vain Vanitas to the youthful and pure Tolero. It didn't take much coaxing to
seduce the na�ve Tolero into His bed, and the relationship between the two
lasted many decades. It was a surprise, even to Ashkir, when Tolero fell
pregnant with Ashkir's child. But overjoyed with the news He announced it
unashamedly to all Gods and Goddesses--�

�And let me guess, the wife was jealous and spiteful.�

�Mm. As punishment she cast the child from their
immortal heavens and down to Earth. Unable to overrule His wife's act He
watched the child grow, year after year. With only humans and animals in the
world Ashkir begged it of the wolves, enemies of Vanitas, to protect the child
and help it grow. As the nameless child grew older, his love of nature was
unmatched, an act recognised by all Gods, not merely because the child was of
Ashkir's loin, but because nature was their gift to the world. And so in a vote
that left Vanitas forever spiteful Ashkir was permitted to bless him and all
those who would follow from him immortal life. Tolero, however, offered him
another gift, one he could accept or decline as his wont. He offered the child
fertility that no other race has. He accepted it, and from that moment onwards
Fae, male and female alike, were blessed with the ability to bear offspring.�

�How could one Fae give birth?�

�Their philosophers have yet to decide. Some say Yuri,
the name the boy took, impregnated himself with his own seed. Others believe
Vanitas, not about to let this insult pass, had one of the other Gods rape him.
You must remember that this is religion Kai, and therefore the actual truths
remain unknown.�

�So...male Fae can bear children?�

�Yes. Why do you think in their Kingdom same-sex
marriages are just as common as opposite-sex marriages? They--� Bryan stopped
speaking at the slow smirk that was spreading across Kai's face, and he decided
in that instant that he did not like the way those crimson eyes were gleaming.

�I'll take him as my mate.� Kai spoke more to himself
than Bryan. �The senate cannot argue against a male who can bear children.
Saves me wasting time with a female and trying to be aroused enough to
impregnate her.�

�Do you truly think that wise Kai?� Bryan enquired
lowly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the
pair opposite his. �They will rebel at the mere thought of you marrying a Fae,
let alone a male Fae!�

�You know of my sexual preference Bryan. They know of
it. The Kingdom knows of it. So there is no surprise that I would take a male
to be my mate. And as for the fact that he's Fae, he can give me heirs, if what
you have told me is true and not just some religious babble. A perfect heir of
royal blood. Yes, the child will most likely take some traits from the Fae but
that is of no consequence.�

�And what makes you think the Prince will be willing to
go along with this?�

�I will give him no choice but to go along with it.
Never forget Bryan, right now I have his life in my hands, I can do with it as
I please. And he will either agree and come to me, or he will not and I will go
to him. Which way he decides does not matter to me � I will take him as my
mate.�

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