The Queens

The Queen of the Humans once came before the Fae Queen to make a request of the Fairy Queen.

“Queen Aoibheall, the fair and kind, my ally, I come before you today and supplicant myself. I seek your aid in a most personal affair that will affect my kingdom and could lead to the destruction of our alliance,” The Human Queen pleaded to the Fae Queen from a kneeling position.

“Rise, my friend, and tell me that which bothers you enough that you would risk traveling into my realm,” Queen Aoibheall leaned down towards her friend and assisted her back up.

“As you know, oh glorious and wise Queen, my King and I have been trying to produce a healthy heir to the throne with no success these years. My King is getting on in years, and I fear that if we do not create an heir soon, then his evil brother will make his move. His brother threatens everything you and I hold dear, including the peace of our treaty. If he comes into power, he will attempt to wage war, killing an unknown amount of our peoples,” The Queen of the Humans responded. Then she added, “Please, oh, merciful Queen, is there a way for me to have a son to keep the peace between our countries?”

The Fae Queen appeared in deep thought. She paced for a moment or two. She was weighing the consequences of using Fae magic on a human Queen.

Finally, nodding, she turned back to the human Queen and said, “There is something that can be done by us Fae that won’t harm you.” Clapping her hands, suddenly a cylinder appeared, “Take this every night until you have conceived. You will know what to do with it once you open the container. Once you have conceived, grind up the contents and serve to your King in a tonic. This will give him the strength to last until your son is old enough to rule.”

Clutching the cylinder, the human Queen cried, “Thank you, Queen Aoibheall! How may I ever repay you!!”

“Know this, human Queen, no gift from the Fae ever comes without a price. The price you must pay is: On your son’s seventh birthday, he is to come and live with us. We will raise him in the way of the Fae, and he will be betrothed to one of our daughters. You will get him back on his eighteenth birthday when he will be ready to rule his people. No sooner and no later. You will never be able to find the Fae Court again. I’m sorry, my friend, but this is the way it must be.”

With a wave of her hand, the Fae Court disappeared, and the human Queen was back in her castle. With a bit of trepidation, the Queen went to perform the ritual that would bring her a son. In approximately nine months, she would know if the fantastic magic of the Fae had worked.