Stories would begin often with Once upon a time. If you were lucky they would end with happily ever after. Roisin had known the stories well as long as she had been intended for the position as once and future queen of the High Court.
She had chosen not to abandon the throne. Instead the throne and her people had abandoned her. Roisin was the Heart of Faerie. The chosen of the Goddess herself, and yet she had failed them all.
They had found her to be gifted with the weaving of Fate. The filigree and silvered threads that seemed a part of her spirit would weave before her the vision of the future, of destiny, of fates and paths. The lives of others could be seen far more then ever her own path would be.
"You brought this on yourself, sister mine. I do not know why you still linger here. Do you wish to kill our own slowly?"
"That was never my intention."
"Then stop loving mortals."
The disgust was thick on her sister's tongue as the future queen of the Winter court turned away from her disgraced sister. Pacing the empty chambers of the throne room where Roisin had returned.
"I will make it up to them all, I will set things right."
"Not until you find your consort, little Rose. Remember as the chosen of the Goddess... you have to be a matched set."
There were no words, no answers she had for her sister. She felt the chill of her sister's touch before it was rested on her flesh. Felt the pinprick needles of pain as the fingers and nails of Tierney became blades of ice that would cut deep into the flesh of Roisin.
The Heart of Faerie herself gasped out in pain but did not move from the contact until it was something she no longer could tolerate. Tierney's laughter was merciless and cold even as she was shoved away, watching with a chilling delight as the life blood of her sister painted the marble of the throne room.
"Dear sister... if you cannot give your court Love, you will give them Blood."
Pleasure and Pain. Love and Hate. So close was the veil that parted the sensations.
Her fingers closed over the wound as she watched the retreat of her sister. There were many things the Diamond was wrong about... but in this... she was not wrong.
She had chosen not to abandon the throne. Instead the throne and her people had abandoned her. Roisin was the Heart of Faerie. The chosen of the Goddess herself, and yet she had failed them all.
They had found her to be gifted with the weaving of Fate. The filigree and silvered threads that seemed a part of her spirit would weave before her the vision of the future, of destiny, of fates and paths. The lives of others could be seen far more then ever her own path would be.
"You brought this on yourself, sister mine. I do not know why you still linger here. Do you wish to kill our own slowly?"
"That was never my intention."
"Then stop loving mortals."
The disgust was thick on her sister's tongue as the future queen of the Winter court turned away from her disgraced sister. Pacing the empty chambers of the throne room where Roisin had returned.
"I will make it up to them all, I will set things right."
"Not until you find your consort, little Rose. Remember as the chosen of the Goddess... you have to be a matched set."
There were no words, no answers she had for her sister. She felt the chill of her sister's touch before it was rested on her flesh. Felt the pinprick needles of pain as the fingers and nails of Tierney became blades of ice that would cut deep into the flesh of Roisin.
The Heart of Faerie herself gasped out in pain but did not move from the contact until it was something she no longer could tolerate. Tierney's laughter was merciless and cold even as she was shoved away, watching with a chilling delight as the life blood of her sister painted the marble of the throne room.
"Dear sister... if you cannot give your court Love, you will give them Blood."
Pleasure and Pain. Love and Hate. So close was the veil that parted the sensations.
Her fingers closed over the wound as she watched the retreat of her sister. There were many things the Diamond was wrong about... but in this... she was not wrong.