Recent content by Maeve

Maeve took a deep, steadying breath as that deathly silence crept back in to the room. Balfour raised his head from where he had been laying on the floor between them and gave a nervous wag of the tail. She glanced down at him then dutifully passed him a bone from her plate which he began to...

A tense silence filled the space between them and Maeve toyed with what to say next whilst she ate a few forkfuls of the food. It seemed unfair how good it tasted considering the mood. "You saw what I could do just in a single spike of anger, Lorcán... this war... I could help. Make a...

The Princess flashed her mate a grin as his brow furrowed. Because you didn't have me, she answered back, mind-to-mind. Maeve had been born to the daughter of a Horse Lord, thinking of their uses was second nature to her but to the fae who could travel through streams of magick itself? They...

The offer caught her off guard. "You would train... with me?" Maeve blinked at him, stupefied. "I didn't think... you would... want me to keep training...." she trailed off and looked away from him down at her plate. Awkwardly she fiddled with her fork by pushing bits of food around. "You don't...

Maeve gave a very un-Princess like snort at the bow. "Please, fighting creepy shadows puts us beyond that," she waved her hand and stepped forward instead to give the other male a tight embrace. Their adventure had been one that had spurred on her determination to be more involved in the fae...

Maeve leaned into her mate's side once the Princess of Night excused herself, her hand sliding across the small of his back to hook about his hips. "Well, she was terrifying," she muttered, green eyes tracking her back as she drifted off to the side, one of Midir's advisors trailing after her...

"Can we have a drink now?" Maeve asked quietly enough for it just to reach Sid's ear. They never had made it to the table where the wine was being served. She was fairly certain the whole conversation would have gone much smoother and been less terrifying if she had managed to have a sip of the...

Pride swelled in Maeve's chest as she listened to Lorcan's words. He may have griped and groaned over his fathers plan but he was selling the story well. Her fingers brushed the back of his hand then slid into his to give it a gentle squeeze when he mentioned her scars. She saw the way they made...

Maeve gave an un-lady like snort at Sid's comment but the smile she gave her mate was one filled with warmth, if a little mischief. "Yes, very pretty," she echoed and offered him one of the goblets of fae wine she had just scooped off the table. She hadn't even managed to take a sip to steel...

Maeve was still not convinced something that size couldn't be carnivorous. She gave a quiet huffing laugh. "I... would like that," she inclined her head in thanks with a tentative smile. "My mother used to handle the building for my father back home. He said it made his head hurt - trying to...

How many times had she asked for Lorcán to take her to one of the many balls the fae appeared to throw? From the amount of invites that arrived at their door Maeve had a hard time believing the fae did anything else but drink, dance and fuck. Yet now she found herself at one - when she was...

Maeve had not thought about what the dragon was eating exactly. In fact, she had tried very hard not to think about it, something that size. Though he had seemed friendly, she hadn't been able to not notice one of his teeth was the size of her. She gave a small grimace. "Maybe some boar too..."...

"Me too," Maeve admitted quietly with a shy, hesitant smile. It was strange, feeling as though she knew this man better than herself and at the same time feeling as though he were a stranger. Their argument, the war, and everything else had created a new reality for them both and she was not...

One of the servants stepped forward helpfully with a bowl of water for her hands and Maeve shot them a smile of gratitude. "So I see," her lips kicked up into a small smile as she examined the table. There was a tenseness in the room and not just from Lorcan. Even the servants it seemed wanted...

Maeve spent the day making her own apologies, and having a guest room set up for herself. She didn't want to have the awkward conversation where Lorcan insisted that she take their old rooms whilst he sleep on a run down sofa to punish himself. At least this way, they could both be comfortable...