Rosalie
Estelle had once been the bane of my existence. Baying for my crown and doing her best to push me away from Alex. Thankfully, none of her exploits had worked. And eventually, even she, the Germanic witch, had managed to find true love herself, despite everything.
Estelle had rarely set foot back into Castle Black in the years that followed. And if she did, she certainly didn’t show her face into court.
“Estelle is here to answer some questions.” Alex spoke before Estelle could answer for herself. She didn’t even flinch at his tone. Just carried on eyeing me with a smug grin plastered to her face. There was no reason why Estelle’s presence should affect me the way it did. She was hardly a rival anymore. But there was something about her assumed superiority of me. And the very fact that she knew secrets about me that no one else did, was enough for me to dislike her.
“Questions about what?” I ask, moving into the room and around the large office table to stand behind Alex. Estelle’s eyes followed me as I moved. Briefly moving down to the growing bump, a flash of something resembling sadness, flashing over her features. The movement was slight, the expression fleeting, and easily missed. But I had noticed. It came to mind that I have never heard if Estelle and Henry ever having children.
There was a small, toxic part of me that wanted to gloat about the fact. But I couldn’t allow myself to do that. I was not that person. And despite my feelings towards Estelle as a person, she was still one of my subjects. And as both a Luna and Queen, I felt every pain and fear of each of my people. I could not gloat over such a sadness as never knowing motherhood.
“Estelle, what do you know of a demon by the name of Tenebris?” Alex asked, matter-of-factly once I had come to stand beside him. His question was enough to break Estelle’s lingering stare and for her eyes to move back to Alex.
“Tenebris? Why do you ask me about such things?” Her smugness disappeared replaced with something more reminiscent of fear, her tone shifting to hostile as she adjusted her seating position, so she was more upright.
“Answer the question.” Alex dismissed her queries.
“Tenebris isn’t just a demon. He is the demon. He commands the shadows and whispers to the darkest thoughts in every man’s mind.” Estelle visibly shivers in her seat.
“Have you ever heard of a prophecy connected to Tenebris?” Alex continues, seemingly unaffected by Estelle’s words. “Anything that would suggest his rising from the shadows, of him bringing great darkness?”
Estelle stood abruptly from her seat, the chair scratching against the stone floor.
“I had no idea what you are playing at your majesty. But I assure you, I know nothing of such matters. Tenebris is not a demon to trifle with. I had heard of no such prophecy. Nor do I intend on learning about anything to do with him. Tenebris is a demon of the old world. Not the new. I do not bother myself with researching into such creatures. If you wish to understand more about him, you will need to speak to someone who understand the old ways. I cannot help you in this.” She turns sharply in a wave of golden hair, before heading to the door.
“You cannot or will not.” Alex stops her before she can reach the doorknob.
“Does it matter?” She asks over her shoulder, “they both equate the same.” This was all she says before leaving the room with a snap of the door shutting behind her.
“She seemed sacred.” I observe when I was sure she was gone.
“She is hiding something.” Alex added. His fingers crossed in front of him, elbow resting on top of his desk.
“When is Estelle Schmitz not hiding things.” I reply cynically.
“Estelle only hides things in half-truths because she wants something in return. Some payment for her information. When have you ever seen her not offer terms? Yet this time she didn’t even make a suggestion of payment.” Alex worked his finger backwards and forwards along his top lip, deep in thought and the peculiar interlude.
“What is she even doing here at Castle Black. I cannot even recall the last time I saw her at court. Surely, she couldn’t have got here from Wales this quickly?”
“She is in town with Henry on business. They have rooms in the village. But I think it is time we offered the se’er an extended visit at court.” Alex’s eyes never wavered from the shut wooden door that Estelle had left moments before. His expression was guarded, and I could feel that he was hatching a plan even as we spoke.
“But..” I try to protest.
“Rosa,” Alex takes hold of my hand, breaking off any protest that I was about to make. “Estelle is our only lead into the mystical world. If what your dreams are telling you are indeed about Tenebris, then we need to be prepared. To know everything we can about this demon in order to vanquish him. Estelle is all that we have.”
He pauses for a moment and giving me his sternest look. The sort of look he might give one of the children when he is chastising them. “She will be invited to stay, and it will be at your bequest my love. She is technically still one of your ladies.”
I want to argue the point. To pled to not make me live with her condescending looks and petty ways. But I also knew that he was right. Estelle was our only lead at the moment. And even if she were the last person in the world that I would wish to have wait on me, especially pregnant and already prone to mood swings, I would have to suck it up and get on with the task.
“Very well.” I sigh, “I shall send the invite first thing.”
“Not and invite little mate, a summons. There can be no turning down the request.”
Rosalie It had not been a difficult task getting Estelle and Henry Byron to except their summons to court. Luckily enough, the castle was in full swing of getting ready for the mid-summer celebrations. And I am sure, if nothing else, the Byron’s took the invite as them being the VIP guests of the event. As Alex had pointed out, Estelle had never actually been dismissed from my service as a ladies-maid, and as much as I disliked the idea of her being anywhere near me, let alone wait on me, it left an ideal opportunity to try and glean some more information out of her regarding the Tenebris matter. But any hope of this soon seemed to vanish when she failed to attend on me at all through the day. The few moments during the day that I caught a glimpse of the statuesque blonde, she disappeared going out of her way to avoid me. “Somethings never change.” A dear voice spoke from behind me. Turning from my position by the window, I look towards my friend Lucille seated by the unlit firepl
It was said many moons ago that Tamara, the first witch in the Walker blood line, fell in love with a mere human. The coven was known as the Votadini then. They had settled in what was the small village of Alauna, or more commonly known as the city of Edinburgh in more recent history. Tamara was the daughter of the coven elder. A man of great power and respect. It was he that created the Coven of Votadini. Amadeus was one of many who had been turned away from his own village after showing signs of unworldly gifts. Magic was rich in the lives of everyday people, the air we breathed was considered to be magic. Growing crops and flowers was believed to be magic. Magic brought riches that no one could explain, but it was also a dark time to be alive. Demons wondered the earth freely, destroying all that stood in their paths. Sickness and plagues devoured whole villages and destroyed livelihoods, all set about by a witch casting a curse, or allowing a stranger to pass over the threshold.
Tamara “You lied to me.” My voice broke in my mouth, coming out as a whimper. I looked to the man who was my husband. His kindness and generosity of spirt, were all things I had fallen in love with. He was the most beautiful man I had even laid eyes on, and yet here he was, his true form. All I could see was the monster within. The man I knew never existed. It was all a clever rouse. One that left me heart broken and lost. “No, Tamara, you have to believe me. My feeling for you were never a lie.” He stepped forward in his monstrous form. The leathery wings at his back brushing passed the lifeless corpse of my father as he stepped over. His hands came to rest in front of him, clasped together as he pleaded his case further. His fingers had elongated and taken on the form of long sinewed talons. His face was different too. Gone was the carefree glint I so often found in his eyes. Instead, there was something sinister staring back. Dark veins worked their way up his neck and around hi
Rosalie “Tamara banished the demon to a realm that no one could enter. And no one, least of all Tenebris could leave. She cursed him to live in solitude, whilst she lived on the outside, a full and happy life I can only assume. And when she passed away, so too did any chance of Tenebris enacting his evil on the world.” Estelle brough her story to a close. A story which had opened far more questions that it hoped to answer. “If this is the case, and Tenebris was really vanquished when Tamara passed away. Then why now am I dreaming of his resurrection?” This was the one part of the story that did not add up for me. “I only know of the legend. Tamara came from old druid magic. A dark blood magic. Unlike my own earth magic. Blood magic comes at a price and often comes with strings attached. There are often conditions that not even the caster will know about until it is all too late. I would assume that Tenebris found a loophole, a way to escape being vanquished.” “But that would mean
Rosalie I felt exhausted. The day had been long, and I had been given so much information I felt that my brain would burst at any moment. As dire as the situation with Tenebris may seem, I had now been given some small measure of hope with a name and location of someone who may be able to help. All I needed now was to follow the lead Estelle had given me and hope that it led somewhere in the realms of helpful. I had stopped in with the children on my way to bed. I had made a habit of being there to read a bedtime story and help get them settled for the night. It was my small piece of normal amongst what was otherwise a very abnormal life. Teddy especially liked being tucked in at night. And the twins enjoyed cuddles. By the time I finally found myself falling into bed, I was beyond exhausted. My back ached, and my feet were beginning to swell with having been on them most of the day. Pregnancy, it has to be said, was hardly as glamourous as I was led to believe when I was younger,
Rosalie My breath was coming in short, fast intakes. My heart hammering as I come down from my orgasm. Alex’s lips continuing their lazy assault as they wonder up and down the length of my neck. “Go and kneel on the edge of the bed.” He whispers, his voice taking on a husky edge, his eyes weighing heavy on me as they peer at me over my shoulder and through the thick locks of my red hair in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice how flushed and wanton I looked. The perfect picture of a woman in lust. Although he had all but crippled me with his touch, he had left me wanting more. The evidence of his own arousal sitting heavy against my backside. With one last kiss to the shoulder, he pushes me gently in the direction of the bed. With three unsteady steps, I do as he asks, and kneel on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge waiting in anticipation for what was to come. He wasted no time in getting his clothes off. The sound of fabric being ripped over his head and thrown to the
Alexander “What?” I managed to bite out between my teeth. I was all that I could think to say. Over the last six years, being mated to a headstrong woman had often been difficult. Especially one that didn’t even belong to his time. She had her own ideas and views. She wasn’t used to being timid and demure, allowing the men to fend for her, or considering themselves better than women in general. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it about her. If I wanted a wife who would allow herself to be walked over and smile prettily and just agree with everything I said, I would have married years before Rosalie ever made an appearance. Rosalie challenged me. She has been a partner in wit and fierceness, not just in name. And I would never dream to change it about her. But there were times. Times such as these, where I wished that she would just show some sign of good sense rather than charging in headfirst. “I cannot,” I begin, sitting up from the bed abruptly, my eyes narrowing to scowl at her a
Rosalie I was in for it now. I knew I was. Any moment, Alexander was going to turn a startling shade of red, and explode on the spot. I had tried so carefully to work around the fact that I was dabbling with thing I had no business to be. I had hoped that he would remain oblivious until such a time that it was too late to do anything to stop me on my quest. How stupid I was. Of course, he would be able to uncover the truth in everything. Much to my surprise, he didn’t seem to grow angry again, or even uncomfortable. He simply stood looking at me with his icy blue eyes, unblinking. “Yes, she is a druid.” I confirmed with a small nod, wrapping my bed sheet around me even more securely. The evenings were warm and sticky, and there was no reprieve from the heat for weeks yet. But that didn’t seem to matter in this moment, a shiver ran the length of my spine as I waited for Alexanders rage to explode. I waited, and then waited some more, for the indisputable outburst to commence. But