“Well Applethorne,” Queen Lorelei says. “Your pet turned out to be quite the entertainment.”
The Seelie Queen is lounging back on a pile of cushions in her favorite resting place under an ancient, sweeping willow. I’m standing beside her, happy as I’ve ever been in my entire existence. This is the first time that I’ve been called to entertain my Queen and I’m positively rapturous.
Lorelei swirls her blackberry wine in its bone cup and takes a languorous sip. She sighs in pleasure and seems to melt into her pillows.
“You may speak your thoughts, Applethorne.” Lorelei says, looking me in the eyes.
“My lady,” I say, breathily, lowering my head in respect. “It pleases me that you repaired the seals within all four of the Vessels. Your kindness and generosity knows no bounds, your highness.”
Lorelei laughs, her voice cruel.
“Why! What makes you think I healed them at all?” she says, smiling. It’s a chilling expression; cruel and horrible on her beautiful face.
“My lady?” I ask. My queen laughs again, delighted at my obvious confusion.
“I did not heal them at all! I simply removed the Vessel Souls from three of the Vessels and placed them all within one single Vessel, behind a very poorly made seal.”
I am astounded.
“Who?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I can’t help but think of my pet. Her face, beautiful despite the scars. Her arching into my touch. Her groans of pleasure. Those final few kisses I stole before letting her go forever.
The Queen is grinning at me, showing her teeth and her black tongue. Her teeth are all pointed. Her incisors are longer than that of a human and they cut into her lower lip. She licks away the blood, relishing the hot tang on her tongue.
“Do you wish that the unfortunate Vessel is not your pet?” she asks. “I know you still care for the girl. No matter what airs you try to accommodate.” Lorelei is still smiling. Smirking.
“No matter.” She says, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. She puts down her cup of wine beside her.
“You will find out soon enough.” Lorelei’s smile changes. She gives me a coy, seductive sneer. She arches sensually on her cushions, stretching her arms above her head.
“The seal will break within a year. Then, we will amuse ourselves watching the Vessel fall prey to the rage and bloodlust.” I feel my body grow cold. Sara…
“Now,” she says, waving her hand again. “Enough of this talk.”
My Queen stretches her legs, her skirt riding high on her thighs. She arches her neck back, angling her face toward me and orders,
“Come here and give me a kiss.”
Leaning forward, I do as my Queen commands.