The_gladiator
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The King is Dead. Those words that had filled the hall should have been a relief to Gwydion, lord of sleep and dreams, formerly of the Seelie court, however they were not. Reluctant member of the unseelie court though he was, the Seelie king had ruled his destiny for many centuries. To be honest the bastard was the reason that Gwydion found himself a reluctant member of the darkling throng. So, by all intents and purposes he should be ecstatic that the whoreson was dead. Yet, he honestly wasn’t, not like this.
It was said that where ever the sidhe lead, the rest of faerie and by extension the rest of the magical community followed. This meant that all of the Magical world that existed alongside human society, yet hidden just out of their sight or ability to reach was in turmoil. The fragile peace that had been achieved in the land of magic following the last fae war, established roughly 75 years ago, in the human’s reckoning of 1945 was now severely threatened.
The announcement had reached the unseelie court on the whispers of its occupants. They continued even after the queen had confronted Gwydion. “You did it dream walker.” Her anger causing her to neglect Gwydion’s titles. All eyes had then been on the gold skinned warrior who stood at the foot of the queen’s deus. His tricolored eyes flashed with his own emotion at suddenly being accused like that. The queen had just heard of her rival’s death and immediately jumped to him, this meant that many would do the same.
Gwydion had straightened to his full height, which was taller than the average human. His hair was golden and fell to the back of his knees, braids on either side of his head holding the hair behind his ears, leaving his face cleanly visible. His very Seelie appearance was starkly obvious in this little shop of horrors and dark beauty. “I did not commit this act,” was Gwydion’s measured reply, his voice a deep rumble that likewise filled the hall.
“You would certainly profit from his death.”
“So, would you my lady,” Gwydion had retorted quickly, causing gasps among the court. The queen had killed men for less. However, she seemed to actually be considering his words.
“Swear it.” She had finally ordered coldly.
“I swear it.” Gwydion had responded without hesitation.
“No dream lord, swear properly.” The queen said leaning forward, her stormy gaze digging into his.
“I swear by the darkness that eats all things that I did not kill the king of the Seelie court.” There had been a long pause as the court seemingly waited for faerie itself to eat him alive for telling a lie. Gwydion was not surprised when nothing had happened. He would have gladly killed the king but he hadn’t done so.
“If you didn’t kill him then you will help find his killer. Queen Maurelle will want a scapegoat if the killer is not found. If I was quick to jump to your name, rest assured that she will do so too. If you do not find the killer, I am sure she would have no problem spilling your blood to maintain the peace.” The queen’s words still rung in Gwydion’s mind days later as he prepared to meet his fellow investigator. He knew little about this “partner” other than she was not a member of the sidhe, and she was from the pacifists, the group who wanted them to continue living in harmony with humankind. Gwydion was the elected representative of the elitists, the group that had once been spearheaded by the Seelie ruler, who wished to roll back time and rule over the weak humans. The magical counsel had demanded that a member of both parties investigate the murder, neither trusting the other side to conduct a true investigation. However, the bureaucracy had taken 3 days and Gwydion was sure any clues that they may have found would surely be gone now, the trail would be cold. However, queen Adriana was right, he was motivated to solve this murder, if only to prevent his own sacrifice, because he trusted Adriana’s words about Queen Maurelle. However, Adriana was also correct in suggesting her bodyguard as the elitist candidate, his ties to both Sidhe court meant that both trusted him to an extent, even if most disliked him just on principle of who he was and what he had done to aid the dead king in the past. Gwydion had done his duty, even as he did his duty now. However not everyone understood or remembered what honor was anymore.
(Author's note: This thread is closed, please do not post without permission of the authors. Reading is encouraged and feedback via pm is always welcome.
It was said that where ever the sidhe lead, the rest of faerie and by extension the rest of the magical community followed. This meant that all of the Magical world that existed alongside human society, yet hidden just out of their sight or ability to reach was in turmoil. The fragile peace that had been achieved in the land of magic following the last fae war, established roughly 75 years ago, in the human’s reckoning of 1945 was now severely threatened.
The announcement had reached the unseelie court on the whispers of its occupants. They continued even after the queen had confronted Gwydion. “You did it dream walker.” Her anger causing her to neglect Gwydion’s titles. All eyes had then been on the gold skinned warrior who stood at the foot of the queen’s deus. His tricolored eyes flashed with his own emotion at suddenly being accused like that. The queen had just heard of her rival’s death and immediately jumped to him, this meant that many would do the same.
Gwydion had straightened to his full height, which was taller than the average human. His hair was golden and fell to the back of his knees, braids on either side of his head holding the hair behind his ears, leaving his face cleanly visible. His very Seelie appearance was starkly obvious in this little shop of horrors and dark beauty. “I did not commit this act,” was Gwydion’s measured reply, his voice a deep rumble that likewise filled the hall.
“You would certainly profit from his death.”
“So, would you my lady,” Gwydion had retorted quickly, causing gasps among the court. The queen had killed men for less. However, she seemed to actually be considering his words.
“Swear it.” She had finally ordered coldly.
“I swear it.” Gwydion had responded without hesitation.
“No dream lord, swear properly.” The queen said leaning forward, her stormy gaze digging into his.
“I swear by the darkness that eats all things that I did not kill the king of the Seelie court.” There had been a long pause as the court seemingly waited for faerie itself to eat him alive for telling a lie. Gwydion was not surprised when nothing had happened. He would have gladly killed the king but he hadn’t done so.
“If you didn’t kill him then you will help find his killer. Queen Maurelle will want a scapegoat if the killer is not found. If I was quick to jump to your name, rest assured that she will do so too. If you do not find the killer, I am sure she would have no problem spilling your blood to maintain the peace.” The queen’s words still rung in Gwydion’s mind days later as he prepared to meet his fellow investigator. He knew little about this “partner” other than she was not a member of the sidhe, and she was from the pacifists, the group who wanted them to continue living in harmony with humankind. Gwydion was the elected representative of the elitists, the group that had once been spearheaded by the Seelie ruler, who wished to roll back time and rule over the weak humans. The magical counsel had demanded that a member of both parties investigate the murder, neither trusting the other side to conduct a true investigation. However, the bureaucracy had taken 3 days and Gwydion was sure any clues that they may have found would surely be gone now, the trail would be cold. However, queen Adriana was right, he was motivated to solve this murder, if only to prevent his own sacrifice, because he trusted Adriana’s words about Queen Maurelle. However, Adriana was also correct in suggesting her bodyguard as the elitist candidate, his ties to both Sidhe court meant that both trusted him to an extent, even if most disliked him just on principle of who he was and what he had done to aid the dead king in the past. Gwydion had done his duty, even as he did his duty now. However not everyone understood or remembered what honor was anymore.
(Author's note: This thread is closed, please do not post without permission of the authors. Reading is encouraged and feedback via pm is always welcome.