Fae Courts Let us speak of war on the morrow, tonight let us drink

[Nisha Katsuro]

It was not until she had reached the edge of the space reserved for dancing and peace that heads turned her way. One participant had thought her a Duannan child, but in fact a second glance, and a long one at that, revealed the petite woman to be a Sidhe.

She was not like the many others of her kind in appearance, but with the softness and lack of presence in her step, she had made it into the party without being traced until now.

For those that new the Sun Court would know her name, a name she had taken from the history of Arawan Oseki and used it to mask her dealings.

But why was the famed Whisperer of the Sun Court here in the Autumn Court? Did she have information to give, to give counsel to the King?

Nisha gave those that stared a smile, her eyes sweeping the faces before settling on the King. Once his eyes fell on her did she bow to him and approach softly, silently, until she kneeled before him.

Midir

 

[Oakley]

Another dance.. Unless you have someone else to take dance with?...

"No others have asked, Princess.. Seems I am yours as long as you want me," he offered a smile, though his eyes told a whole different story. This dance was diplomatic. This was why they were here. What was Her excuse? Had she not twisted the knife enough?

"I have heard of it, indeed." Oakley answered, a brow arching. "And I'm sure my King would be quite interested to know about such an army."

As he danced, his gaze persisted in straying back toward Glendora as she danced with the winged oaf, his eyes catching hers. Their anger and frustration clashed, and his blood may have been physically boiling, by how hot his skin became to the touch. Muscles writhed under his skin with the instinctual urge to shift and hunt, and kill. Though, attempting murder on the General of Autumn's armies was likely not the best idea in current circumstances, and he was sure not even Midir would forgive him such crimes.

Perhaps having the life sucked out of him would be a blessing as opposed to the torture the Princess of Night so enjoyed inflicting. But he had sworn an oath that he knew he shouldn't have, one that bound him to her whether she wanted him or not. To serve Her, to do as she willed until death took him from her. Because he, was a fucking idiot.