October 12, 2017
The clock in the foyer chimed the midnight hour as Jewell was bowed into the stately, Battlefield Park mansion on Ishmerai?s arm. The place was opulent. Old world. Candles set in a large chandelier and countless wall sconces lit up the massive, three story high foyer. Women in gorgeous tufted ball gowns and men in elegant suits lingered here and there in the foyer and on the grand staircase.
Vampires are so obvious sometimes!
?Where--? Ishmerai began, looking around uneasily at the crowd and the way the faerie and her fae companion drew their eyes, but his question went unfinished as a handsome young man stepped forward to meet them.
No, not them. Her.
?Lady Ravenlock, the Night Court is honored to welcome you as our guest.? He bowed to Jewell.
?I was honored by the invitation. Truly.? She smiled sweetly, as charming as can be, at him, offering him her hand. He was handsome: tall, dark hair swept back off his noble brow, bright green eyes. Even the too-sharp incisors could not mar the effect of his boyish smile and good looks or stop her blush when he turned her hand over and kissed her wrist instead.
?I am Th?odore T?n?bres, but please do call me Theo. If you?ll--?
?Lord T?n?bres?? she interrupted him, surprised that the son and right hand of the Night Court would come to meet her. This was serious indeed.
He grinned, bashful. He was turned so young! ?I am not often called Lord. But please, my lady, this way. I do not think we wish to keep my father waiting.? He offered Jewell his arm. She glanced aside to Ishmerai as she took it. ?Your knight is welcome to wait here for you. We will not keep you forever, as much as I may want to.?
Jewell gave her assent in a nod to Ishmerai. The knight bowed to them both before Lord T?n?bres ushered her down the hallway. Music from the ballroom filtered through the walls as they made their way further into the house and down a short flight of stairs. A waltz. ?Do you dance, Lady Ravenlock??
?Jewell, please. And I do. I love to dance.?
?Perhaps I can steal you away for a dance or two after our business is concluded and if your knight will allow me the chance.?
Her pulse quickened, and she was too aware of the way his eyes darted briefly to her neck as it did. ?I would like that.?
He stopped them before a set of double doors, which opened of their own accord. ?The Lady Ravenlock to see you, father.?
There were two vampires sitting at a mahogany table inside the warmly lit study, waiting for her. The one on the right was a young woman, a timeless beauty with honey blonde hair plaited neatly and wrapped around her head. Her eyes were green like Theo?s, but lacking all the warmth his had. Another was in the corner, sulking over a glass of bloodwyne. The man at the head of the table was a different creature entirely. Old. Older than she was. Ancient perhaps. His hair was dark, and had been receding in a drastic widows peak when he was turned. His eyes were dark too and cold. He was staring at her.
?Jewell, would you like--?
?Th?odore, sit.?
?But father--? A glance was all that took to silence him. He pulled out the chair at the other end of the table for Jewell, who thanked him with a smile, before taking his seat at his father?s right hand.
She was left sitting directly across from Earl T?n?bres, Lord of the Night Court. Her intelligence had been unclear if his name was truly ?Earl? as he was more often known as the Earl. He didn?t bother to introduce himself. ?Surely you must be wondering why we requested you meet with us this evening, Lady Ravenlock.?
?You aren?t here with a lucrative business deal??
The two younger vampires shifted uncomfortably. The Earl just smiled. The fourth one lingered in the corner and sniffled. ?If only. Unfortunately, it seems that there has been a growing problem with the fae of this city. Since Midsummer, when the Veil fell, they have become? uncontrollable. That was problematic, but no reason for us to be concerned. Lately though, there are rumors of a sidhe of great power ruling over them.?
?And what is the problem with that? Surely rogue fae are no problem for the great Night Court, strongest of all the vampire courts in RhyDin.?
He smiled faintly at the compliment. Actually, it was more of a twitch of his lips. ?The problem is that she is rather? unhinged.?
Theo spoke up: ?Batshit crazy is more like it.?
?Th?odore,? Lord T?n?bres reprimanded him.
?What?? he responded defensively. ?The bitch is drinking our blood!?
?She glamoured my Lobelia into a pink velour tracksuit!? The female--who Jewell assumed was C?lestine, the Earl?s eldest daughter--added with an angry hiss as her slender fingers curled into fists. It was the first time she had spoken.
?And she BIT Victor!? Th?odore waved to the sniffling man in the corner. Poor Victor gave Jewell a rather dejected look as he angled his neck to expose his bandages. ?This will not stand!?
?Okay,? Jewell admitted reluctantly, ?she does sound like a problem. But what do you expect me to do about it? Why come to me and not the governor? She is--?
?That is not an option,? the Earl cut her off in a flash of anger. There was no breath, no sigh, only a subtle shift in his expression as he composed himself and changed tack. ?Lady Ravenlock, you are quite formidable. You consort with devils and demons. We hear you had a hand in killing one recently.?
Her eyes ticked to the cut healing along her forearm before she met his cold gaze. ?I haven?t killed anyone.?
?Just so. Just so. Yet you are one of the most well-known sidhe in the city. We thought perhaps you would want to do something about this situation before we are forced to take matters into our own hands.?
Jewell bristled. ?You come to me as Autumn begins and you want me to do something about a crazy sidhe and her wild band of fae?? She narrowed her eyes at them. They knew her power was waning. Jewell was of Summer. Despite her rather blood-thirsty ways, she was a member of the High Seelie Courts. Nothing had changed that. Not even dying. She could only assume that they hoped she wouldn?t be able to do anything about the rogue fae so they could take matters into their own hands and still be within the honor codes of the old world.
The Faerie Courts couldn?t be upset at the slaughter of their people if the Night Court had made an effort, in good faith, to prevent it from happening.
As much as Jewell wanted nothing to do with such matters, she couldn?t not do something. They were right. She was one of the most well-known sidhe in the city. If power shifted to the vampire courts completely? Her people would suffer.
But if she did something about it, she would suffer.
Her heart beat nervously in her chest.
?Fine. I will do something about these rogue fae. What do you know of this leader? The wild sidhe you mentioned.?
The two lesser vampire lords looked between each other as their father spoke up, truly smiling for the first time since she walked into the room. ?My lady, do you not know??
?You are their leader.?
The clock in the foyer chimed the midnight hour as Jewell was bowed into the stately, Battlefield Park mansion on Ishmerai?s arm. The place was opulent. Old world. Candles set in a large chandelier and countless wall sconces lit up the massive, three story high foyer. Women in gorgeous tufted ball gowns and men in elegant suits lingered here and there in the foyer and on the grand staircase.
Vampires are so obvious sometimes!
?Where--? Ishmerai began, looking around uneasily at the crowd and the way the faerie and her fae companion drew their eyes, but his question went unfinished as a handsome young man stepped forward to meet them.
No, not them. Her.
?Lady Ravenlock, the Night Court is honored to welcome you as our guest.? He bowed to Jewell.
?I was honored by the invitation. Truly.? She smiled sweetly, as charming as can be, at him, offering him her hand. He was handsome: tall, dark hair swept back off his noble brow, bright green eyes. Even the too-sharp incisors could not mar the effect of his boyish smile and good looks or stop her blush when he turned her hand over and kissed her wrist instead.
?I am Th?odore T?n?bres, but please do call me Theo. If you?ll--?
?Lord T?n?bres?? she interrupted him, surprised that the son and right hand of the Night Court would come to meet her. This was serious indeed.
He grinned, bashful. He was turned so young! ?I am not often called Lord. But please, my lady, this way. I do not think we wish to keep my father waiting.? He offered Jewell his arm. She glanced aside to Ishmerai as she took it. ?Your knight is welcome to wait here for you. We will not keep you forever, as much as I may want to.?
Jewell gave her assent in a nod to Ishmerai. The knight bowed to them both before Lord T?n?bres ushered her down the hallway. Music from the ballroom filtered through the walls as they made their way further into the house and down a short flight of stairs. A waltz. ?Do you dance, Lady Ravenlock??
?Jewell, please. And I do. I love to dance.?
?Perhaps I can steal you away for a dance or two after our business is concluded and if your knight will allow me the chance.?
Her pulse quickened, and she was too aware of the way his eyes darted briefly to her neck as it did. ?I would like that.?
He stopped them before a set of double doors, which opened of their own accord. ?The Lady Ravenlock to see you, father.?
There were two vampires sitting at a mahogany table inside the warmly lit study, waiting for her. The one on the right was a young woman, a timeless beauty with honey blonde hair plaited neatly and wrapped around her head. Her eyes were green like Theo?s, but lacking all the warmth his had. Another was in the corner, sulking over a glass of bloodwyne. The man at the head of the table was a different creature entirely. Old. Older than she was. Ancient perhaps. His hair was dark, and had been receding in a drastic widows peak when he was turned. His eyes were dark too and cold. He was staring at her.
?Jewell, would you like--?
?Th?odore, sit.?
?But father--? A glance was all that took to silence him. He pulled out the chair at the other end of the table for Jewell, who thanked him with a smile, before taking his seat at his father?s right hand.
She was left sitting directly across from Earl T?n?bres, Lord of the Night Court. Her intelligence had been unclear if his name was truly ?Earl? as he was more often known as the Earl. He didn?t bother to introduce himself. ?Surely you must be wondering why we requested you meet with us this evening, Lady Ravenlock.?
?You aren?t here with a lucrative business deal??
The two younger vampires shifted uncomfortably. The Earl just smiled. The fourth one lingered in the corner and sniffled. ?If only. Unfortunately, it seems that there has been a growing problem with the fae of this city. Since Midsummer, when the Veil fell, they have become? uncontrollable. That was problematic, but no reason for us to be concerned. Lately though, there are rumors of a sidhe of great power ruling over them.?
?And what is the problem with that? Surely rogue fae are no problem for the great Night Court, strongest of all the vampire courts in RhyDin.?
He smiled faintly at the compliment. Actually, it was more of a twitch of his lips. ?The problem is that she is rather? unhinged.?
Theo spoke up: ?Batshit crazy is more like it.?
?Th?odore,? Lord T?n?bres reprimanded him.
?What?? he responded defensively. ?The bitch is drinking our blood!?
?She glamoured my Lobelia into a pink velour tracksuit!? The female--who Jewell assumed was C?lestine, the Earl?s eldest daughter--added with an angry hiss as her slender fingers curled into fists. It was the first time she had spoken.
?And she BIT Victor!? Th?odore waved to the sniffling man in the corner. Poor Victor gave Jewell a rather dejected look as he angled his neck to expose his bandages. ?This will not stand!?
?Okay,? Jewell admitted reluctantly, ?she does sound like a problem. But what do you expect me to do about it? Why come to me and not the governor? She is--?
?That is not an option,? the Earl cut her off in a flash of anger. There was no breath, no sigh, only a subtle shift in his expression as he composed himself and changed tack. ?Lady Ravenlock, you are quite formidable. You consort with devils and demons. We hear you had a hand in killing one recently.?
Her eyes ticked to the cut healing along her forearm before she met his cold gaze. ?I haven?t killed anyone.?
?Just so. Just so. Yet you are one of the most well-known sidhe in the city. We thought perhaps you would want to do something about this situation before we are forced to take matters into our own hands.?
Jewell bristled. ?You come to me as Autumn begins and you want me to do something about a crazy sidhe and her wild band of fae?? She narrowed her eyes at them. They knew her power was waning. Jewell was of Summer. Despite her rather blood-thirsty ways, she was a member of the High Seelie Courts. Nothing had changed that. Not even dying. She could only assume that they hoped she wouldn?t be able to do anything about the rogue fae so they could take matters into their own hands and still be within the honor codes of the old world.
The Faerie Courts couldn?t be upset at the slaughter of their people if the Night Court had made an effort, in good faith, to prevent it from happening.
As much as Jewell wanted nothing to do with such matters, she couldn?t not do something. They were right. She was one of the most well-known sidhe in the city. If power shifted to the vampire courts completely? Her people would suffer.
But if she did something about it, she would suffer.
Her heart beat nervously in her chest.
?Fine. I will do something about these rogue fae. What do you know of this leader? The wild sidhe you mentioned.?
The two lesser vampire lords looked between each other as their father spoke up, truly smiling for the first time since she walked into the room. ?My lady, do you not know??
?You are their leader.?