“Oh would you shut it already?” A voice called out from the back kitchen of some small family owned bakery. Well, it was family owned until Amalia had managed to convince the couple who owned it that her particular set of skills would be a great asset to their business. Of course, the particular set of skills she offered turned out to be nothing more than smooth talking and a pretty face- something she had learned to weaponize over a hundred or so years. The same skills she would rely on to get her close enough to what she wanted…and heavens she was close.
It had been only short of five years since her arrival in the Spring Court at the direction of her cousin, Queen Titania. The same woman who had stripped her of any claims she held for the throne had chosen her to be injected into other courts to gain intel and return so that she may destroy them when the time came.
Part of Molly assumed this was some overly complicated plan by Titania to get her killed without getting blood on her own hands. After all, who sends their scorned cousin out to mingle with the very kings and queens who wish to see her dead?
Several decades have passed since she first left to carry out her orders and although she had never quite succeeded in bedding a king, she had been keen enough to seek out those who know more about them than even they do themselves- their children, friends, even the servants who have been with them since childhood have revealed to Amalia what she wouldn’t have thought to ask had she been given the chance.
And now she waited for her opportunity to strike. Somewhere in these hideously lush forests, a cross-breed mutt of a Sidhe was taking care of his-
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Her eyes were drawn to the window where a mass of colorful feathers peeked in at her, playfully chirping as she baked. While it wasn’t entirely uncommon to see a Kingfisher here, a small tag wrapped around its ankle would catch her eye.
“Who’s a pretty bird?” She whispered as she stepped closer, the bird responding by putting his crest up and spreading his wings. “No no no! Don’t go!” Her pleas were ignored as the bird took off towards the trees.
The owner of the bakery would begin to speak, begging Amalia not to leave as she opened the window wider and hopped out, chasing the rainbow feathers as they weaved through the trees. Feeling herself falling behind, she would quickly swap into her animal form, a large white- almost iridescent- cat. In this form, the bird stood no chance. One leap and she had caught the screeching bird between her teeth before the pair would tumble to the forest floor.
“Got you!” Back in her natural form, she lay on the ground, breathing heavily under the trees.
Razareal
-Title is a quote by Gerard Manley Hopkins [Please don't sue me ty]
-Also, enjoy the very relevant song hidden somewhere in the post. There will be a quiz.