Jameson
Thirteen years later
A pearlescent hand caressed me as its owner t moved hair from my face. "You are just as beautiful as you ever have been. No matter how many years have passed, you always look just as beautiful." I murmured, searching Violet's eyes. My favorite pastime being how the colors melded into each other so perfectly. "Your parents must have been artists." my lips sang and she chuckled. "Jameson, you don't really know me." Her words echoed as my eyes narrowed, "Why do you keep saying that?" My frustration caused my words to deepen.
"Mom, Dad." another voice echoed just like mine. It was Violet's baby, my baby. I looked down at him, he had grown into a fine boy, resembling his father only with his mother's sweetness mixed in. His voice changed to a higher octave as I shook my head trying to make sense of it all as the water started to shake and they started crumbling around me, "No!" I screamed, trying to keep us there, "Dad! Dad!" A voice shook me, my eyes blinking open.
A face with pointed ears and deep green eyes stared back at me. I sighed. It was a beautiful face. "Suki".
"Where you having another nightmare dad?" Suki's eyes furrowed with worry. She was the eldest of my three children, and her features greatly resembled her mothers. I had named her after Emerald's wife. How can I say? The story stuck with me. "No child." I squeezed her arm affectionately.
"That's great, because I want to tell you about the magic I learnt at school yesterday. You were asleep last night when I was going to tell you about it." I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes sleepily. My other two children were on their mothers side of the bed, prying her eyes open. She rolled over to face me. "Jameson, your children keep waking me."
"Our children, dear." I corrected her with a smirk and all of our little faerie children laughed in unison. "Iris." I narrowed my eyes on her. "Jameson." She said back, with pursed lips. "I think we need to teach our children a lesson for waking us up so early." "I think so. What punishment would fit the crime?" She narrowed her eyes at me and I knew exactly what that meant.
She flew across the room at incredible speed, knocking all of our children off the bed in one fell swoop and causing them all to take flight, before flying around and tackling them all onto the bed at once. They laughed with glee as the room shook from all of the power in it.
"Okay," Iris said after the laughter had settled, "All of you out. Go and get some food." With protest and whining the kids left the room and Iris turned to me.
"You were dreaming about her again, weren't you?" There was no sadness in her voice, it was just matter of fact.
"It was just a dream Iris." I sighed, taking her hands. "You are my wife. You are the one that I love."
"You better not make me regret letting you back into the Isle." She narrowed her eyes.
"If you were to regret it, it would have been somewhere closer to the fifteen years ago, when you did." I kissed her on the cheek. She was loving, accepting, kind and most of all, forgiving. I would be without a brain if I were not to see that. She was the mother of my three life altering, strong and chaotic children. They came one by one after I was accepted back into the Isle and agreed to leave all of my past ventures behind to step into the role of king. First came Suki, age Eleven, and then came Kolton, age ten and then lastly, came Zion, age eight. They were my pride and joy and each possessed more power and skill then I or their mother ever had at that age. Iris had built the Isle into the place it is today. I helped of course, but was no match to her skill and precision. I watched her rule and stood by her side and cemented anyones concerns about her choices, adopting them as my own. We were a team. We both put in the work to raise our children and battle our demons, and put away demons from the past. Iris made the decision to set my mother free after her time of imprisonment, with good faith. I appreciated her decision, though at times when I watched my mother skulk around silently, I wondered if she was up to no good, plotting against the kingdom. And then, there as me - still having dreams about the life that could have been, instead of truly loving and living the life that I had.
I loved my life, my family, my wife and ruling, but beneath it all was always that sense of rebellion, that wildness that tamed my heart once upon an adventure. There would always be that part of me, even if only in my dreams, that would hope for something different.
