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"I am surprised you remember me. Most humans forget true magic as they grow up. Such a pity," he remarked.

It was rare for a human to be able to continue to see true magic an a adult. Humans had this nasty habit of needing to find a logical reason for something and allowing themselves to be lead astray by gossip, neon signs, and the need to discard what they deemed childish when they grew up.

"Perhaps I'm here now to fulfill a wish." he replied. "I can grant other wishes besides taking unwanted children. Although, speaking of that baby you wished away so carelessly, how he is doing? He was lively little chappy under my care."

"I never saw why I still couldn't believe in true magic even as I got older." She shrugged. As for the Goblin King himself? Well, he wasn't someone that was easy to forget. For her at least.

"A wish? From you?" She scoffs, eyeing him incredulously. After taking her little brother she wasn't inclined to take him on that offer anytime soon. "No thanks. I think I'll pass on that." She already learned her lesson at fifteen.

"It's good that humanity is treating your little brother well. Some of my subject were not be so fortunate to return to loving, warm homes in your world." His duty could seen from various points of view, but some of his subjects had been wished away from the Aboveground because their parent or guardian didn't want them at all. "Toby is also rather observant. Hence my reason for coming here. He made a wish, pleading for anyone who would hear, to grant you a true wish. Perhaps he thinks you are lonely or struggling."

"Wait. Is that...Is it really you?" Oberon asked, looking at Thumbelina with moss green eyes under a wild mane of crimson hair. His eyes were on the verge of tears. (I hope that this is okay. Oberon based on A Midsummer Night's Dream with my own twist is a muse of mine now so...) @shadowmothtales

Thumbelina struggled to understand the Faerie king's reaction, for one thing, she'd only been among the faeries a short time, so there was no way they could have met before now.

But the king looked so familiar, his hair a similar reddish color as her own. Thumbelina closed her eyes tightly, this was so confusing, and her head was starting to ache.

Oberon stood up as tall and clear his throat.

Thumbelina's heart immediately went out to the king and his queen.

Her own mother had told her of her own losses once Thumbelina could understand such things.

The loss of a child was horrible.

"I am so sorry, Your Majesty." She said hoping her words were enough.

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Titania sleeping in the moonlight protected by her fairies, 19th century painting by John Simmons (Wikipedia).

Romeo was sobbing. Balthasar had just come and gone, having brought the worst news he could ever imagine. He stayed there, on his knees, hands scraping at the Mantuan soil, determined that it couldn't be so. It couldn't be so! Juliet couldn't be dead! She couldn't! But... Balthasar wouldn't lie. Tears flooded down his face and he didn't even have it in him to ashamedly scrub at his cheeks with the sleeves of his shirt. None of that mattered when Juliet was dead.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, even after his tears had run dry, his hands and pants dusty from mindlessly stirring up the dust beneath him, but the pain didn't fade... and so on his rash fury, he made a decision. He stood and finally scrubbed at his face, giving a sniffle. If he couldn't be with Juliet in life, he would be with her in death. He would go home, go to her crypt, and die by her side and...

Strangely, he didn't even flinch at the voice from behind him, though he tightened his sore hands into fists. He didn't know what to make of the voice all the same, but he didn't turn, only taking a shaky inhale of breath and trying to maintain what little composure he had.

"I don't know what you're talking about... and you don't know what you are talking about." He turned around now to look at the stranger with fierce, hardened eyes that only managed to maintain their edge theough his tear stricken face.

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo," he spoke. "If you want a happy ending with your beloved, you will listen to me, boy."

He was irritated. If he hadn't been requested to be here, he would have been fine allowing this human to deal with the fresh grief.

"Wait. Is that...Is it really you?" Oberon asked, looking at Thumbelina with moss green eyes under a wild mane of crimson hair. His eyes were on the verge of tears. (I hope that this is okay. Oberon based on A Midsummer Night's Dream with my own twist is a muse of mine now so...) @shadowmothtales

Thumbelina struggled to understand the Faerie king's reaction, for one thing, she'd only been among the faeries a short time, so there was no way they could have met before now.

But the king looked so familiar, his hair a similar reddish color as her own. Thumbelina closed her eyes tightly, this was so confusing, and her head was starting to ache.

Oberon stood up as tall and clear his throat.

"Where I come from we, do not ignore dreamers or those who speak prophecy," Robin spoke to Helaena. "Quite frankly, your family should be ashamed of their ignorance. But please forgive me. My temper gets out of hand sometimes towards those who deserve it. I am Robin Goodfellow. I doubt you've heard of me. My house tends to keep hidden for the most part. Although, you may have heard the name of my Lord brother, Oberon." (from Robin/Puck in a HotD verse). @shadowmothtales

Helaena could not remember when anyone had stood up for her against her family, not once in her life.

Aegon had always been cruel when he found her annoying, Aemond had threatened to kill her when she didn't do what she wanted, her mother seemed to struggle with her attachment to Helaena, and as far as the others went there wasn't much good will between her elder sister and herself.

But this gentleman had stood up for her, he called her something as well, he called her a Dreamer.

He words were genuine, not spoken out of a need to flatter her, but a desire for him to speak the truth.