Over 200 reviews!! Thank you all so much for the support and encouragement. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Also: someday you'll go into the bookstore and see a book called Iris, the first book of a trilogy called Nocturne. Please read it, it takes place in Faerie, and Fin and Onagh are in it. If you it weren't for you I might not have started writing it :)
Liu16: Aine is a Celtic goddess of love, and I named it after her, because the curse is, in effect, a love spell, if a sick and twisted one
This chapter is short, but I'd really appreciate reviews, especially about the progression of the story from Ch. 1 to now. The song was originally by Leonard Cohen, but I had the Jann Arden version in mind when I wrote this. And sorry this is such a long author's note
By the way, just realized that I'm at chapter 24…I never thought it would get to be this long, I think I had 9 planned out originally. Thanks so much for sticking with me all this time.
The Silver Wheel is ever turning. The Sun God is begotten, born and dies, and is once again begotten. The Holly King and his brother war for the rule of the land and the love of the Goddess as the seasons come and go. When the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest, as summer fades and makes way for the cold, dark winter months, Samhain comes.
Jareth, king of the Goblin City, sat in his throne room, one leg thrown casually over the arm of his throne, staring thoughtfully across the room. On the floor below the raised dais on which his throne stood, goblins and other lesser fae danced, drank and feasted. With him, three other kings sat, two Seelie, two Unseelie. The war between their alignments reigned on, but it was clear by now that there would be no decisive victory. In Faerie there were always wars, some more serious than others, and this one would fade in time, although whether its end would come in decades or centuries was yet to be seen. Yes, everything was as it should be.
The four kings sat around a table, Midir and Manannan watching as the other two warred upon a chess board. Jareth smiled as he planned his next move, trying to predict how the game would go as he waited for his opponent to play. Finvarra sat opposite him, grey eyes unfathomable, twisting his king slowly between his fingers.
Not far away, Onagh, high queen of the Unseelie Court, sat upright on her own throne. Beside her were Étain and Fand, and numerous ladies-in-waiting flocked around them. They all talked and laughed, and even when the conversation lulled a serene smile remained on Onagh's face. Every so often she would glance over at her husband, who smiled at her, pleased to see her happy, or down at the human girl who sat on the floor by Jareth's feet.
The girl was beautiful and exotic in Faerie, and she, too, smiled with perfect contentment. Jareth's hand rested on her head, gently stroking her hair, and as he waited for Finvarra to move he plucked a grape from a platter and let her suck it from his fingers.
'Let us have some music,' Finvarra requested, finally placing his king on the board and leaning back, ceding the board to his opponent. Jareth glanced around for his minstrel, but he was nowhere in sight, so instead he glanced down at the girl by his side.
'Sing, my angel... Sing for me.'
The girl opened her jade eyes and looked up at him.
His hand was on her hair, his voice washed over her, his mere presence brought such bliss that she could hardly move, all she wanted was to sit forever in his company she would do anything to stay in his keeping the only thing she knew was that she had to be with him, needed to be with him, that was the only truth in the world and the only being in the world was him, and she was a part of him, a part of his soul, his heart, his mind, his magic, and everything she was was him he was all, her past, her present, her future, her sun her moon her evening star, her only hope her only joy her only strength her only power her only life, all that was real and true, and all she wanted in life was to be with him, to please him, because she lived in constant terror that he would cast her away, a constant grinding fear that never released her, a fear that he would hurt her, would leave her alone, she feared him more than she feared anything in the world but she also loved him, she was made of love for him she was love incarnate, nothing but love how she adored him he was so kind to her how could she not love him he completed her, made her whole, consumed her entire being she would do anything for him, and he had asked something of her, her heart soared because he wanted her, she could do something for him as he did so much for her he wanted her to sing him a song because he loved her, he loved her, he loved her and she would obey she could do nothing else and wanted nothing else; for fear of him, and love for him, she would do as he said.
Curled at his feet, the girl began to sing, in a voice far stronger than it had been in her former life, a voice imbued with faerie magic and splendour. Her eyes gazed, unseeing, at the rest of the hall, a light coming into them only when she turned them to Jareth. Her song rang clearly throughout the room, echoing her love, her devotion, and the mystery of eternity.
'If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before,
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for,
If it be your will…
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you,
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring,
If it be your will
To let me sing…'
The Silver Wheel turned, the seasons changed, the war waged on, and her voice continued, whenever requested, for she was nothing, she had no self, was simply another part of the Goblin King. So it was, and so it would be, forevermore, the everlasting end.
So for all time you shall remain
Your endless love the binding chains
And my slave you shall be forever
That's what it means to be my lover…