TO TAME A HAWK
She carefully selected her next words.
"But I have found him to be all that they say," the Queen purred.
In the silence that followed, the statement lingered, un-acknowledged, for the cut was too cruel to dignify. The King at her side and the man at her feet shifted restlessly. She was beginning to think she hadn't made her point quite painfully clear enough when, in unison, they rose to her bait. "Who is this man?"
Queen Aoibheal of the Fairy disguised a satisfied smile with a delicate yawn, and drank deeply of her men's jeal-ousy. "They call him the Hawk."