Tamsin Eventide
He’d left her far away from him for a reason. He felt the change coming. It was the wrong time and he didn’t understand it but he wanted her far enough away from him in case it happened anyway.
Tamsin stripped out of clothes hurriedly, not wanting to ruin them if he were to change. He stood, bare, in the bathing room of his personal chambers in the manor. It was a dark night, no moonlight and dawn was still a few hours away. He looked at himself in the polished silver mirror. His taut, muscular body was slick with sweat. Tamsin trembled, his eyes fully silver.
He closed them. He had to control himself. He’d been around beautiful women before and hadn’t lost control of himself like this. It fully set in what he’d done. Damned his House to war. Over what? A pretty face?
But even as he thought this, he knew it was something more. Something beyond words and time. He had felt so lost, trying to pus
River BlackTamsin didn’t give her a chance to respond to his proclamation, he just took her by the hand, leading her up several flights of stairs and down winding hallways. River felt dizzy. Everything happened so fast. She didn’t know what he meant by mate. Did he mean...wife? She wasn’t ready to be married and besides, she didn’t even -know- him. Sure, he was handsome and charming and a prince, but it didn’t seem like she was being given a choice.Maybe things worked differently here, she thought, though that was no consolation at all. She did notice how perfectly her small hand fit in his much larger one and the way he looked at her with his beautiful, sea green eyes did make her heart skip a beat or two, but no, she would have her say and her choice.River stubbornly stopped walking, forcing him to accidentally pull on her arm. Frowning, Tamsin turned around.“Something wrong?” he asked. &ldq
Tamsin EventideHe hadn’t expected any resistance at all. No woman had ever refused an invitation to his bed. He was a prince, perhaps one day a king. Whispers of his prowess of a lover spread beyond his forest. So, when River had balked at the very idea of being his mate, it had angered him. The beast inside him wouldn’t be denied. He didn’t know how to explain it to her. It wasn’t that his Beast and himself were different entities, but they were of different minds.She excited the man and soothed the Beast. He had no way to express this. And if his experiment proved correct, it would turn his curse into a boon. The way the Witch Queen’s curses worked were simple but insidious. She couldn’t doom him with no way out. There had to be a counterbalance. As above so below. Black and white, Yin and Yang. All things equal. Carmun could make him transform into a monstrous wolf every full moon where he had no control over hi
Aelnith EventideJust that little drop of River’s blood on his tongue, her sweet body on top of him, pressed against him, told him much and empowered him more than he thought possible. Even with dawn pinking the horizon, the burning sun rising into the sky, he found he could move, he was awake.He was very weak, true, but he wondered how much he could move during the day if he’d had just a little more of her blood, or more, if he made her his queen. As with his brother, Tamsin, his curse had another side to its coin too. With a queen by his side, inflicted with the same curse as he, bound to him for all of forever, the sun would no longer immobilize him. It could still burn his flesh, true, but he could move indoors or underground. He also wouldn’t need to feed but once a month on the night of the full moon. As it stood now, he had to feed every night, or he would descend into madness, becoming a mindless ghoul that fed on whomever he
River BlackAs the servant said all the flames in the House went out, the kitchen went dark, the lanterns and candles snuffed out as though a hard, cold wind had blown through. It sent chills racing down her arms, prickling her skin, making every hair stand on end. She felt watched. It made her want to run and hide.The kitchen had no windows and it was pitch dark inside. Time moved strangely here and it had already been getting dark again when they’d gone into the kitchen. River felt panicked, stifled. Smothered. It felt like she couldn’t breathe. In the small room that lead to the kitchen, she remembered a window. She’d go there. Even the scant moonlight through the window would help quell her panic and racing heart.Tamsin and his servants chattered, wondering what had happened, why all the flame in the manor had disappeared. They said it was bad sorcery. A trick. Maybe worse. River had no idea, but she didn’t want to
Tamsin EventideFinally, the flint sparked and the tinder lit. He held the lantern aloft, but didn’t see anything amiss. At first.River was gone.He searched the kitchens, the rooms that lead to the kitchens. He scoured the entire manor in a rage, looking for her. He doubted she ran, but he supposed it was possible.No, he could feel the lingering magic in the air. Tamsin knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that the fires wouldn’t light.It struck him suddenly, the answer. Cinder. The Witch Queen’s consort. He was master of flame and hearth, a nasty little bastard from the Winter Court, betrayer of his own kind, former consort of Queen Mab. Slick and charming, clever and without scruples, Cinder was the one who brought human tithes to the Dain. If he had River, she was in very real danger.The more he frantically searched the manor, the less control he had over himself. If Cinder had spirited her away,
River Black She sat on a pile of cushions and fanned herself. It was stifling in the ‘room’. Cinder didn’t seem bothered, but he was wearing far less than she was. He grinned at her, like the cat who caught the canary, clearly proud of himself. “Something wrong, Princess?” he asked, tone sarcastic and sly. She wasn’t sure if he actually cared if she were upset or not. She guessed not. “Several things. When are we leaving?” she asked, trying to keep him on topic. She’d learned, in the short time she’d been in Cinder’s company, that he hopped from topic to topic like a bee flitting from flower to flower. And every topic was about -him- in some way or another. He pouted. “Suit yourself! Soon. When the sun rises. You should rest, you know.” He waved a hand, as though her question was a bad smell he was trying to get rid of. She snorted, though she reluctantly tried to get a little more comfortable. It was hard because it was so wa
Tamsin EventideIt had never happened before, in the decade since he’d had his curse. He’d never lost control before the full moon and transformed. But like all the times before, he lost control of himself utterly. He could see and hear, he could think, but it seemed like his body was not his. He watched himself tear through the forest, his skin replaced by thick, silvery white fur that mimicked the moon’s light.He could feel branches and bramble tear at his skin through his heavy coat, but any pain only spurred him on, encouraged him. Tamsin had found River’s scent, like springtime, like fresh waters and lilies, sweet and good. Cinder, he could smell the treacherous Fae, wood smoke and copper. He’d find him, and he would tear him to pieces.He’d find River and claim her. The desire and urge to do so was all consuming. His primal cry tore through the chilly evening air, calling others to him. He may have been a cursed prince
Tamsin EventideIf he’d been able to control himself, he’d have stalked through the trees silently. He could have gotten the jump on the Dain. He knew, even as it happened, that charging the monstrous son of the Witch Queen was a bad idea. It was foolish. But his Beast was hell-bent on destruction and had no fear, no strategy, just terrible, hungry animal instinct.The Dain was in no better shape, he noted as he charged towards him. The monster towered over him, over some of the trees. His body was bare bone and hanging, fetid, rotten flesh. His face was a skull, likely a bear’s with glowing blue witch lights for eyes. Antlers, uneven and broken protruded from the skull.Tamsin had long wondered what had happened to create such a foul thing. Had he ever been as Tamsin was? A Fae cursed and twisted by dark magic? There was no way to know. Carmun used her sons as a means of control over the Realm.The Dain howled in rage,