"Daughters!"
Dressed in fine clothing of exquisite taste, the colors of which rivaled even the colors of the jewels of the High King’s crown, the beautiful flaxen haired queen looked distractedly at the giant, carved oak door for any sign that her wayward daughter would soon be making an appearance.
“I dare say, Your Majesty, you are slipping,” said the High King with a deal of suppressed laughter in his voice. “Your subtlety has taken flight on those beautiful wings of yours.” And they were beautiful, he thought. Her dress of lush, ruby red velvet seemed to refract color through her delicate, golden wings, changing the many hues into a symphony of different colored, gold-tipped reds. As he looked at the intriguing woman sitting beside him, she was, he knew, ready at any moment to throw her arms open wide and fly directly into the arms of her golden haired daughter.
"Isn't that one of your daughters and a new son-in-law talking with my seneschal?"
The flaxen-hair swung as the distracted queen finally turned her head and gave her full attention to the king. Her cool blue eyes met his and she smiled. "Thank you dear friend for trying to distract me from my concern for Igraine. You have accomplished your goal, for the time-being, anyway."
"Well then," said the king, "shall we dance, Your Majesty?"
As the High King lead the Faerie Queen onto the floor, for all appearances it looked as if he had accomplished his goal, but both he and the stunning woman in red knew that nothing would stop either of them from worrying over their stubborn daughter!
Suddenly the door opened and a tall, golden-haired beauty walked into the room. Her beauty was simple, organic and stunning. Her complexion was fair, with a peaches and cream complexion most noticeable on her cheeks. Her hair was shoulder length and blonde, falling with a slight wave that wouldn’t behave. She was lithe, and as she walked her gown of green changed suddenly to bronze and back to green depending upon her movement as she crossed the room.
Her step was confident as she walked toward the two people who had just been wondering if she was going to come. Her freedom was precious to her, as was her cottage and the people of Inver Colpa. They had become her friends and even the High King and Queen Medb couldn’t take that away from her. She stopped in front of the pair in a deep curtsey and waited for her mother’s arms to surround her.
“My Dear! You have come after all!
“Didn’t the Crann na Sraibhthine give you my message?”
“Of course, but I thought perhaps…”
“She thought you might have changed your mind,” said her father with a smile in his voice.
Rising gracefully she looked at her father and winked. “Why ever would I do that?” she said. And then it happened. The thing she most feared happened.
“I thought perhaps you might be too busy with your friends. *Uncomfortable pause* You know, protecting Inver Colpa from the Summer of Revenge…..*voice trails off for over-dramatic effect*
There was only one thing to say and Igraine said it. “Oh Dear!”
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