#shadowmothtales

"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.

"I don't think my father would have liked me," Rhaego said. He was a boy but he wasn't much of a warrior. He liked books and plants over the sword. Not to mention that he was certain that horses didn't like him.

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.

The cozy flower shop looked far more like a botanical garden than an actual shop and yet she thought that she needed even more flowers. Perhaps a bigger shop was needed, one with an outdoor area. She was working on an arragement, not hearing the little bell at the door, so when she turned around, she was startled to see someone inside. The man was looking around her store and for a moment, Ophelia didn't say anything.

@shadowmothtales : "I'm sorry. I never got to see many flowers where I was before. They're nice."

"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.

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Sarah blinked, spinning around to face the Fairy King, mouth agape. The fair folk just couldn't seem to leave her be, could they? She glanced at her co-star, who funnily enough, was dressed up as Oberon. She wasn't surprised when he didn't seem to see their guest, but it was still all very annoying.