Poison wondered what Aelthar wanted to talk to her about. Obviously, it was about Azalea, but what about her did he want to discus? Did he even what to discus the Azalea problem or try to remove Poison? After Poison and Aelthar were all alone on the roof of a tower, she decided to ask him. "What do you want from me?" she asked. The Phaerie Lord just stared at her, expecting her to know what was going on.
"You should know," he said. "I have an offer to give you, Poison."
"What is it?" she asked. "Just tell me what you want me to do and give me my sister." Aelthar smirked.
"I want you to marry me," he said.
"What?" she asked in shock. Surely this had to be a joke.
"My task is that you marry me," the Phaerie said. "Of course, you don't have to."
"What's the point of that then?" she asked dully.
"To see how much you're willing to give," he explained, shrugging. Poison thought about this. "Why don't I give you some time to think it over?" he asked with a sly smile. "I'll have my servants get you and your friends a room to share." He waved his hand again and he and Poison were back in the palace. Peppercorn, Bram, and Anderson walked up to Poison and took her away from Aelthar's side. "Oophla!" Aelthar called. A tall, plump, and rather beautiful Phaerie skipped up to her master.
"Yes, sire?" she asked
"Take this human and her friends to the guest room," he instructed. "They're our guests." He gestured to the humans and cat and let out a sinister chuckle.
"Right away, sire," the servant said. She motioned to the humans to follow her and they did.
"Do think about my offer, Poison," Aelthar said. Poison looked behind her to see the Phaerie Lord grinning creepily at her.
"I'll give you my thoughts as soon as possible," she replied.
"He said what now?!" cried Bram.
"He asked me to marry him, as strange as that sounds," Poison said.
"This doesn't make any sense. Why would he want to marry a human?" Peppercorn asked.
"He said me marrying him would see how much I'm willing to give," droned Poison. She still was a little shook up just as Bram was.
"He's up to something," hummed Bram. "There must be another reason for thinking this up so suddenly."
"I know that," Poison said. Still, she thought, I need to do it for Azalea. What kind of big sister would I be to leave her here? Bram saw her pensive expression.
"Poison, you're not thinking about marrying him, are you?" Bram asked.
"Bram," Poison began, "Azalea's my sister. If Aelthar wants to marry me and give her back to me, I'll go through with the marriage. If you had younger siblings, you'd understand better."
"But what if you-" Bram stopped himself. He almost forgot Peppercorn was in the room. He walked up to Poison and whispered, "What if you have sex with him?"
"Bram!" yelled Poison. Bram jumped backwards.
"What did he say?!" cried Peppercorn.
"It could happen!" he protested. Poison smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"I appreciate your concern," she said, "but I will be able to control myself." She stood up and walked up to the door.
"Poison," Bram said. Poison turned to look at Bram. "You're a good big sister." Poison smiled.
"Thanks," she said and walked out of the room. When nobody was looking, Andersen slipped out of the window in Poison's direction and followed her.
In Aelthar's study, he and Scriddle howled with laughter. "You proposed to her?" Scriddle asked. He started busting out laughing again.
"I did," Aelthar said. "What a stupid girl she is!"
"I'd be surprised if she decided to marry you!" Scriddle said. He stopped laughing and straightened up. "What are you going to do if she accepts?" he asked.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll manage to try to control her."
"How?" Scriddle asked with a tilt of his head.
"Oh, I'll treat he like a real wife," Aelthar said.
"What does that do for you?" queried Scriddle emotionlessly.
"I'll tell her what to do," explained Aelthar. "I'll tell her to kiss me, hug me, and all sorts of other things like that. I'll even say they're all for the sake of little Azalea." Scriddle's eyes got wide.
"You won't have sex with her, will you?" he asked. Aelthar smirked.
"I'll make her do that," he said. "I'll tell her that it's also for Azalea."
"What's the whole point of marrying her anyway?"
"Power, my friend. I'll make Poison bend to my will. What I want her to do, she will do. If I can control her, I'll be able to control any human!" He laughed manically.
"And if you can control humans," Scriddle said, "we'll control the Realm of Man!" He joined in with Aelthar's mad laugh. They were both startled by a knock at the door.
"Coming!" bellowed Aelthar. He smoothed his red hair and headed towards the door. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Poison," said she. Aelthar and Scriddle's eyes widened. "I have my answer." Aelthar smirked and opened the door.
"Why, hello there, Poison," he said, leaning on the doorframe. "What is your answer?" Poison had difficulty trying to say it at first, but she took a few deep breaths and stared at Aelthar grimly.
"I accept your proposal," she said. "I'll marry you." Aelthar's face paled and Scriddle dropped his glasses.