Faerie Captive

I

"This is for your own good child. Be safe, and may the gods fill you with success, happiness, and bless you to have a wonderful life." ~ Someone important

Freya strolled down the sidewalk that was next to a car filled street. Her observing gaze swept over the mortals as they strutted along side of her. Most of them looked as though they were demons that had just awoken from their own version of a nightmare. Exhausted, with large amounts of disgust and hatred seen in their tired, bloodshot eyes.  

Her heels clacked against the concrete distracting men and grabbing the gazes of envious and spiteful women who turned their nose up in her direction. Her now, long thick black hair flowed to the middle of her back with bangs that fell over a striking grey eye, it hid an eyebrow piercing. Her tawny skin had lightened just enough to create an alluring fair skin look. She winked at those who bothered to take a glance up from their smart phones. Freya pursued her destination quickly. Towards the Bishop's Palace, a place that the Summer King had claimed his home in the mortal realm. She wrinkled her nose as she stared up at the large medieval looking building. 'Oh, Ansell... This place of all places.. must you have chosen this one?' She thought silently to herself before starting up the steps grudgingly.                

She bit her lip that was adorned with scarlet lipstick before she had decided to knock on the door, as if a polite mortal. The action was reluctant, yet swift. Freya silently awaited for one of the Summer Kings servant's to open the colossal door. Within three Mississippi's a petite and frail golden glowing Fae pulled the door open with an ominous creak. The irate fae smiled warmly to the mischeavous little creature that parted her bright glowing lips to speak.

"Why, hello, Freya Sunbloom! Such a fancy seeing a more than worthy Spring Fae traveling all this way from the comfort of our home Realm." The Irish accent of the female was strong when she beamed excitedly. Freya pursed her lips to a thin line with a raised brow. Her attitude did very little to impress her not was she delighted with such a bright and cheery creature at that moment in time.

"You are not aware of the powers I withhold inside, dear," Freya snapped distastefully towards the faery she always referred to as Ophelia. Just then, a mischevious grin spread across her lips as she continued with her sentence. "I was able to create the Rift between the two realms... Unlike some Fae." She snorted.

Ophelia smiled gignerly towards Freya and motioned for her to enter the Palace. "Please, be patient. The King asked that we not bring any visitors. For he is dimming." Suddenly, with the end of the sentence, the glowing fae appeared to look grim in her eyes. The expression upon the cheery faerie spoke volumes to the girl that made her way inside.

"Please, wait here. I will have one of the servants tend to you. I must speak with King Ansell before you may see him least I want to be punished." Ophelia almost whispered. Her once cheery outlook seemed to diminish once the door and creaked closed. This was completely out of the ordinary for the young faerie. She turned on her heels and waltzed quickly down the long hall disappearing behind another door.

Freya was met by what seemed to be a little boy that carried a large serving plate with a bottle of summer wine and a golden chalice. It looked to have been carefully arranged. Freya helped herself to one glass and gulped it down. She didn't realize how thirsty she was. Before she realized she was gulping down her third cup full of wine. She carefully placed the chalice back upon the tray and smiled at the changeling. "Sorry little one! I was just so thirsty!" She exclaimed.

Ophelia walked up to her and touched her shoulder. The faerie winced and whimpered before pivoting around on the balls of her feet. "Yes?"

"The King would like to see you, Freya." She murmured with her head bowed.