The King of the Fae

@kingofthefae

“Les’ see…over…under…around….” Ayana sat in a rather isolated, out of the way area of the anthill. Titania was busy and couldn’t see her right now, and none of the other fae wanted her around. So she went off on her own to wait and occupy herself. 

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual – through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

❦

There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.–

❦

He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

❦

It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come – but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony… and so never thought of it.

With some years time I found myself quite amused with a free-spirited fae, Oberon. He was in all ways different then I and I guess it be this fact that drawed me to him. He would become my consort within a few months. A decade of our shared lives, love and passion. It escaped me that with this given power to him he wanted to see the other realm. He believed it was wrong for us to leave our first home, that we had all right to vanquish the mortals. This brought our first argument. Days passed before I’d see him causing mischief in the other land. He played with their supply of resources, herds, and lives. Many of my kind found amusement in these pranks and joyed by his side. I requested he put an end to his foolishness and return with I. But it seemed man’s influence had his mind, he said to worry for man would mean to love them of sense. Jealous filled his mind throughout every encounter I have with a mortal. Our lives now played a game of lust. Me and my king would be at odds there fourth, making one another jealous of the other. A millennium had gone by and our game continued. Though this wouldn’t mean we hadn’t loved each other at a time, we still craved one another’s undying affection.

I was taken out of my remembrance of old times, to the sound of my husband’s holler.

“wнy, тo ѕee нow yoυ’re doιng oғ coυrѕe! yoυ aren’т ѕтιll мad aвoυт тнe garden, are yoυ?”

❦ Childish as he could be, there were emotions, though not entirely in the way a human felt them – he could feel loneliness… and love. He adored his queen, his lover and, yet, no matter how many blows she delivered or how often she remained disenchanted with his affections,

❦ he was patient. He knew his actions often led to some tragedy or mess she’d be bound to clean up. ❦ “or ιѕ ιт, yoυ’re coɴcerɴed αвoυт тнαт ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιld? нммм…. yoυ reαlly wαɴтed нer тo ѕтαy нere, dιdɴ’т yoυ? yoυ ĸɴow, ι αɢree wιтн yoυ, вυт ѕнe’ѕ ѕтαrтed тo love тнαт тнorɴ мαɢe. ιт’ѕ reαlly ѕαd, yoυ ĸɴow, нe’ll ɴever love нer вαcĸ.” ❦ For all his childishness – he gave good council.

❦

“ Ah yes you did come to ruin my garden, thank you for reminding me of how much of a pest you can be~”

Now that Oberon brought it up, I had forgotten of our dear robin. But as far as bringing her over to this realm was questionable. Thorn had already come to decline my proposal for them to stay here. Such a stubborn child. Though I have yet to get an answer from his chick. Messing with them at the moment could be disasterous, she’s in such a frail state as it is. Forcing her to come would cause commotion later….

“ as for your question, my love, I’ll have to say no. Bringing the sleigh beggy against her will could cause us more troubles and I fair not to gain more annoyance as it is”.

“вυт ι dιd αlѕo ғιх ιт…” 

❦ 

He pauses, tilting his head, he was not unused to disobeying her – but only in dire, dire situations. Pouting, he thought about it now, to save the child’s life. Though, the queen would know, passed behind those eyes – warm and soft as honey.

❦ 

He turns serious, a frown replacing warm temperament. Many thoughts pass, each one reminding him he is the lord of the fae… and she is fae-touched. That makes her like their own.

❦ 

“eveɴ тнoυɢн yoυ ѕαy тнαт… ι ĸɴow тнαт looĸ, тιтαɴια, ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιldreɴ αre rαre. ιғ we вrιɴɢ нer нere, ιғ ѕнe’ѕ oɴ тнe вrιɴĸ oғ deαтн, ѕнe’ll lιve. lιĸe lαѕт тιмe ι ɢoт тнeм нere ιɴ тιмe. ι’м ɴoт ѕυre ι cαɴ oвey yoυ, мy lαdy.”

❦ 

At the very least, his thoughts remain ever forward. He will not lie to his queen. He reaches for her hand, albeit, gently, a movement not so crass.

“ it’s funny how you say we should be good parents, when most of the time I find myself being the parent and you being one of the children” softly chuckles her majesty.

“Never the less if you are going to disobey me than at least it be in good taste this time” smirks Titania.

“oғ coυrѕe, мy qυeeɴ! wαѕɴ’т ιт lαѕт тιмe?”

“ let’s hope that your new fond for truth follows you in future antics, Oberon ~”

He may be childish at times but he’ll never come to bore me. I wonder what interests Oberon to like Thorn, a halfling, he must long to tease him. My husband be a trickster to the very end that will never change.

Out of the two, Oberon desired more affection. Something Titania gave little to her consort at times. Not cause she be heartless but on the contrary she loved him deeply. The queen thought it be too demeaning to show public affectionate and having him beg was fair more enjoyable. It amuses her what lengths he’ll go to grab her attention. Even now with him nuzzling into her neck, she had not budged. Only mere teasing commenced.

“ιт αlwαyѕ doeѕ.” He is fond, a reassurance settles in words, even then, unspoken in their bond.  She’d be cold as a winter morn, while he as warm as a spring day. This was ever their dance – round and round, the endless waltz between the seasons.

–❧ “oн, reαlly, ι wαѕ jυѕт ѕpyιɴɢ oɴ тнorɴ αɴd тнe ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy. ι wαɴтed тo мαĸe ѕυre ѕнe wαѕɴ’т ɢoιɴɢ тo relαpѕe! тнeɴ, ι weɴт тo тнe ɢroveѕ тo нαve ѕoмe ғυɴ wιтн тнe dryαdѕ. нeнeн!”

Fun meant something with dirty connotations. If his queen wouldn’t satisfy him… others gladly would. A pause followed - like frost on spring flowers.

❧

There was silence between them for only a moment and then something so infrequent of the queen happened. She began to laugh

“ hahahah my my is that what you’ve come to assume..hahaha” she calmed herself with low chuckles in her next response.

“If I had come to dislike your affections, dear, then I would have left long ago” her majesty giggled.

“ I thought it be humorous to see the trickster get tricked, before exchanging love. How comical to find the king of fae, know so little of his queen. I enjoy causing you concern but you have no need to worry about whether I love you” Titania smiled sweetly.

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual – through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

❦

There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.–

❦

He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

❦

It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come – but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony… and so never thought of it.

With some years time I found myself quite amused with a free-spirited fae, Oberon. He was in all ways different then I and I guess it be this fact that drawed me to him. He would become my consort within a few months. A decade of our shared lives, love and passion. It escaped me that with this given power to him he wanted to see the other realm. He believed it was wrong for us to leave our first home, that we had all right to vanquish the mortals. This brought our first argument. Days passed before I’d see him causing mischief in the other land. He played with their supply of resources, herds, and lives. Many of my kind found amusement in these pranks and joyed by his side. I requested he put an end to his foolishness and return with I. But it seemed man’s influence had his mind, he said to worry for man would mean to love them of sense. Jealous filled his mind throughout every encounter I have with a mortal. Our lives now played a game of lust. Me and my king would be at odds there fourth, making one another jealous of the other. A millennium had gone by and our game continued. Though this wouldn’t mean we hadn’t loved each other at a time, we still craved one another’s undying affection.

I was taken out of my remembrance of old times, to the sound of my husband’s holler.

“wнy, тo ѕee нow yoυ’re doιng oғ coυrѕe! yoυ aren’т ѕтιll мad aвoυт тнe garden, are yoυ?”

❦ Childish as he could be, there were emotions, though not entirely in the way a human felt them – he could feel loneliness… and love. He adored his queen, his lover and, yet, no matter how many blows she delivered or how often she remained disenchanted with his affections,

❦ he was patient. He knew his actions often led to some tragedy or mess she’d be bound to clean up. ❦ “or ιѕ ιт, yoυ’re coɴcerɴed αвoυт тнαт ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιld? нммм…. yoυ reαlly wαɴтed нer тo ѕтαy нere, dιdɴ’т yoυ? yoυ ĸɴow, ι αɢree wιтн yoυ, вυт ѕнe’ѕ ѕтαrтed тo love тнαт тнorɴ мαɢe. ιт’ѕ reαlly ѕαd, yoυ ĸɴow, нe’ll ɴever love нer вαcĸ.” ❦ For all his childishness – he gave good council.

❦

“ Ah yes you did come to ruin my garden, thank you for reminding me of how much of a pest you can be~”

Now that Oberon brought it up, I had forgotten of our dear robin. But as far as bringing her over to this realm was questionable. Thorn had already come to decline my proposal for them to stay here. Such a stubborn child. Though I have yet to get an answer from his chick. Messing with them at the moment could be disasterous, she’s in such a frail state as it is. Forcing her to come would cause commotion later….

“ as for your question, my love, I’ll have to say no. Bringing the sleigh beggy against her will could cause us more troubles and I fair not to gain more annoyance as it is”.

“вυт ι dιd αlѕo ғιх ιт…” 

❦ 

He pauses, tilting his head, he was not unused to disobeying her – but only in dire, dire situations. Pouting, he thought about it now, to save the child’s life. Though, the queen would know, passed behind those eyes – warm and soft as honey.

❦ 

He turns serious, a frown replacing warm temperament. Many thoughts pass, each one reminding him he is the lord of the fae… and she is fae-touched. That makes her like their own.

❦ 

“eveɴ тнoυɢн yoυ ѕαy тнαт… ι ĸɴow тнαт looĸ, тιтαɴια, ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιldreɴ αre rαre. ιғ we вrιɴɢ нer нere, ιғ ѕнe’ѕ oɴ тнe вrιɴĸ oғ deαтн, ѕнe’ll lιve. lιĸe lαѕт тιмe ι ɢoт тнeм нere ιɴ тιмe. ι’м ɴoт ѕυre ι cαɴ oвey yoυ, мy lαdy.”

❦ 

At the very least, his thoughts remain ever forward. He will not lie to his queen. He reaches for her hand, albeit, gently, a movement not so crass.

“ it’s funny how you say we should be good parents, when most of the time I find myself being the parent and you being one of the children” softly chuckles her majesty.

“Never the less if you are going to disobey me than at least it be in good taste this time” smirks Titania.

“oғ coυrѕe, мy qυeeɴ! wαѕɴ’т ιт lαѕт тιмe?”

“ let’s hope that your new fond for truth follows you in future antics, Oberon ~”

He may be childish at times but he’ll never come to bore me. I wonder what interests Oberon to like Thorn, a halfling, he must long to tease him. My husband be a trickster to the very end that will never change.

Out of the two, Oberon desired more affection. Something Titania gave little to her consort at times. Not cause she be heartless but on the contrary she loved him deeply. The queen thought it be too demeaning to show public affectionate and having him beg was fair more enjoyable. It amuses her what lengths he’ll go to grab her attention. Even now with him nuzzling into her neck, she had not budged. Only mere teasing commenced.

“ιт αlwαyѕ doeѕ.” He is fond, a reassurance settles in words, even then, unspoken in their bond.  She’d be cold as a winter morn, while he as warm as a spring day. This was ever their dance -- round and round, the endless waltz between the seasons.

--❧ “oн, reαlly, ι wαѕ jυѕт ѕpyιɴɢ oɴ тнorɴ αɴd тнe ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy. ι wαɴтed тo мαĸe ѕυre ѕнe wαѕɴ’т ɢoιɴɢ тo relαpѕe! тнeɴ, ι weɴт тo тнe ɢroveѕ тo нαve ѕoмe ғυɴ wιтн тнe dryαdѕ. нeнeн!”

Fun meant something with dirty connotations. If his queen wouldn’t satisfy him... others gladly would. A pause followed - like frost on spring flowers.

❧

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual – through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

❦

There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.–

❦

He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

❦

It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come – but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony… and so never thought of it.

With some years time I found myself quite amused with a free-spirited fae, Oberon. He was in all ways different then I and I guess it be this fact that drawed me to him. He would become my consort within a few months. A decade of our shared lives, love and passion. It escaped me that with this given power to him he wanted to see the other realm. He believed it was wrong for us to leave our first home, that we had all right to vanquish the mortals. This brought our first argument. Days passed before I’d see him causing mischief in the other land. He played with their supply of resources, herds, and lives. Many of my kind found amusement in these pranks and joyed by his side. I requested he put an end to his foolishness and return with I. But it seemed man’s influence had his mind, he said to worry for man would mean to love them of sense. Jealous filled his mind throughout every encounter I have with a mortal. Our lives now played a game of lust. Me and my king would be at odds there fourth, making one another jealous of the other. A millennium had gone by and our game continued. Though this wouldn’t mean we hadn’t loved each other at a time, we still craved one another’s undying affection.

I was taken out of my remembrance of old times, to the sound of my husband’s holler.

“wнy, тo ѕee нow yoυ’re doιng oғ coυrѕe! yoυ aren’т ѕтιll мad aвoυт тнe garden, are yoυ?”

❦ Childish as he could be, there were emotions, though not entirely in the way a human felt them – he could feel loneliness… and love. He adored his queen, his lover and, yet, no matter how many blows she delivered or how often she remained disenchanted with his affections,

❦ he was patient. He knew his actions often led to some tragedy or mess she’d be bound to clean up. ❦ “or ιѕ ιт, yoυ’re coɴcerɴed αвoυт тнαт ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιld? нммм…. yoυ reαlly wαɴтed нer тo ѕтαy нere, dιdɴ’т yoυ? yoυ ĸɴow, ι αɢree wιтн yoυ, вυт ѕнe’ѕ ѕтαrтed тo love тнαт тнorɴ мαɢe. ιт’ѕ reαlly ѕαd, yoυ ĸɴow, нe’ll ɴever love нer вαcĸ.” ❦ For all his childishness – he gave good council.

❦

“ Ah yes you did come to ruin my garden, thank you for reminding me of how much of a pest you can be~”

Now that Oberon brought it up, I had forgotten of our dear robin. But as far as bringing her over to this realm was questionable. Thorn had already come to decline my proposal for them to stay here. Such a stubborn child. Though I have yet to get an answer from his chick. Messing with them at the moment could be disasterous, she’s in such a frail state as it is. Forcing her to come would cause commotion later….

“ as for your question, my love, I’ll have to say no. Bringing the sleigh beggy against her will could cause us more troubles and I fair not to gain more annoyance as it is”.

“вυт ι dιd αlѕo ғιх ιт…” 

❦ 

He pauses, tilting his head, he was not unused to disobeying her – but only in dire, dire situations. Pouting, he thought about it now, to save the child’s life. Though, the queen would know, passed behind those eyes – warm and soft as honey.

❦ 

He turns serious, a frown replacing warm temperament. Many thoughts pass, each one reminding him he is the lord of the fae… and she is fae-touched. That makes her like their own.

❦ 

“eveɴ тнoυɢн yoυ ѕαy тнαт… ι ĸɴow тнαт looĸ, тιтαɴια, ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιldreɴ αre rαre. ιғ we вrιɴɢ нer нere, ιғ ѕнe’ѕ oɴ тнe вrιɴĸ oғ deαтн, ѕнe’ll lιve. lιĸe lαѕт тιмe ι ɢoт тнeм нere ιɴ тιмe. ι’м ɴoт ѕυre ι cαɴ oвey yoυ, мy lαdy.”

❦ 

At the very least, his thoughts remain ever forward. He will not lie to his queen. He reaches for her hand, albeit, gently, a movement not so crass.

“ it’s funny how you say we should be good parents, when most of the time I find myself being the parent and you being one of the children” softly chuckles her majesty.

“Never the less if you are going to disobey me than at least it be in good taste this time” smirks Titania.

“oғ coυrѕe, мy qυeeɴ! wαѕɴ’т ιт lαѕт тιмe?”

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual – through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

❦

There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.–

❦

He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

❦

It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come – but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony… and so never thought of it.

With some years time I found myself quite amused with a free-spirited fae, Oberon. He was in all ways different then I and I guess it be this fact that drawed me to him. He would become my consort within a few months. A decade of our shared lives, love and passion. It escaped me that with this given power to him he wanted to see the other realm. He believed it was wrong for us to leave our first home, that we had all right to vanquish the mortals. This brought our first argument. Days passed before I’d see him causing mischief in the other land. He played with their supply of resources, herds, and lives. Many of my kind found amusement in these pranks and joyed by his side. I requested he put an end to his foolishness and return with I. But it seemed man’s influence had his mind, he said to worry for man would mean to love them of sense. Jealous filled his mind throughout every encounter I have with a mortal. Our lives now played a game of lust. Me and my king would be at odds there fourth, making one another jealous of the other. A millennium had gone by and our game continued. Though this wouldn’t mean we hadn’t loved each other at a time, we still craved one another’s undying affection.

I was taken out of my remembrance of old times, to the sound of my husband’s holler.

“wнy, тo ѕee нow yoυ’re doιng oғ coυrѕe! yoυ aren’т ѕтιll мad aвoυт тнe garden, are yoυ?”

❦ Childish as he could be, there were emotions, though not entirely in the way a human felt them – he could feel loneliness… and love. He adored his queen, his lover and, yet, no matter how many blows she delivered or how often she remained disenchanted with his affections,

❦ he was patient. He knew his actions often led to some tragedy or mess she’d be bound to clean up. ❦ “or ιѕ ιт, yoυ’re coɴcerɴed αвoυт тнαт ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιld? нммм…. yoυ reαlly wαɴтed нer тo ѕтαy нere, dιdɴ’т yoυ? yoυ ĸɴow, ι αɢree wιтн yoυ, вυт ѕнe’ѕ ѕтαrтed тo love тнαт тнorɴ мαɢe. ιт’ѕ reαlly ѕαd, yoυ ĸɴow, нe’ll ɴever love нer вαcĸ.” ❦ For all his childishness – he gave good council.

❦

“ Ah yes you did come to ruin my garden, thank you for reminding me of how much of a pest you can be~”

Now that Oberon brought it up, I had forgotten of our dear robin. But as far as bringing her over to this realm was questionable. Thorn had already come to decline my proposal for them to stay here. Such a stubborn child. Though I have yet to get an answer from his chick. Messing with them at the moment could be disasterous, she’s in such a frail state as it is. Forcing her to come would cause commotion later….

“ as for your question, my love, I’ll have to say no. Bringing the sleigh beggy against her will could cause us more troubles and I fair not to gain more annoyance as it is”.

“вυт ι dιd αlѕo ғιх ιт...” 

❦ 

He pauses, tilting his head, he was not unused to disobeying her -- but only in dire, dire situations. Pouting, he thought about it now, to save the child’s life. Though, the queen would know, passed behind those eyes -- warm and soft as honey.

❦ 

He turns serious, a frown replacing warm temperament. Many thoughts pass, each one reminding him he is the lord of the fae... and she is fae-touched. That makes her like their own.

❦ 

“eveɴ тнoυɢн yoυ ѕαy тнαт... ι ĸɴow тнαт looĸ, тιтαɴια, ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιldreɴ αre rαre. ιғ we вrιɴɢ нer нere, ιғ ѕнe’ѕ oɴ тнe вrιɴĸ oғ deαтн, ѕнe’ll lιve. lιĸe lαѕт тιмe ι ɢoт тнeм нere ιɴ тιмe. ι’м ɴoт ѕυre ι cαɴ oвey yoυ, мy lαdy.”

❦ 

At the very least, his thoughts remain ever forward. He will not lie to his queen. He reaches for her hand, albeit, gently, a movement not so crass.

He had earned Titania’s reproach, a demanding, beautiful and dangerous queen. For all her scorn, bound in the midst, there existed love. It was the love, at times, that frightened him most. Indeed, he was bound, through ritual – through blood and fire to her side. And he had chosen it.

❦

There was not a force that existed within the realms that could take it from him. He was as all fae were. Perhaps desperate for attention, It was, in part, responsible for the many he shared a bed with, yet, ever loyal to his wife. Through this, he found bliss, her understanding and courage to face adversity with such gentleness.–

❦

He found her side comforting, at times, like a child to his mother’s bosom. Then, at times, so much more to her bosom he’d happily admit. She was beautiful as sunlight and shadow. At times, he knew, he had to think of her as so much more than a queen. She was his lady fair. The queen of all fae and the mistress of Tir Na Nog. 

❦

It was with playful demeanor he found her side, like a child at play, he could no longer remember where the two of them had come – but he cherished this life that they lived. To be apart would be agony… and so never thought of it.

With some years time I found myself quite amused with a free-spirited fae, Oberon. He was in all ways different then I and I guess it be this fact that drawed me to him. He would become my consort within a few months. A decade of our shared lives, love and passion. It escaped me that with this given power to him he wanted to see the other realm. He believed it was wrong for us to leave our first home, that we had all right to vanquish the mortals. This brought our first argument. Days passed before I’d see him causing mischief in the other land. He played with their supply of resources, herds, and lives. Many of my kind found amusement in these pranks and joyed by his side. I requested he put an end to his foolishness and return with I. But it seemed man’s influence had his mind, he said to worry for man would mean to love them of sense. Jealous filled his mind throughout every encounter I have with a mortal. Our lives now played a game of lust. Me and my king would be at odds there fourth, making one another jealous of the other. A millennium had gone by and our game continued. Though this wouldn’t mean we hadn’t loved each other at a time, we still craved one another’s undying affection.

I was taken out of my remembrance of old times, to the sound of my husband’s holler.

“wнy, тo ѕee нow yoυ’re doιng oғ coυrѕe! yoυ aren’т ѕтιll мad aвoυт тнe garden, are yoυ?”

❦ Childish as he could be, there were emotions, though not entirely in the way a human felt them -- he could feel loneliness... and love. He adored his queen, his lover and, yet, no matter how many blows she delivered or how often she remained disenchanted with his affections,

❦ he was patient. He knew his actions often led to some tragedy or mess she’d be bound to clean up. ❦ “or ιѕ ιт, yoυ’re coɴcerɴed αвoυт тнαт ѕleιɢнвeɢɢy cнιld? нммм.... yoυ reαlly wαɴтed нer тo ѕтαy нere, dιdɴ’т yoυ? yoυ ĸɴow, ι αɢree wιтн yoυ, вυт ѕнe’ѕ ѕтαrтed тo love тнαт тнorɴ мαɢe. ιт’ѕ reαlly ѕαd, yoυ ĸɴow, нe’ll ɴever love нer вαcĸ.” ❦ For all his childishness -- he gave good council.

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