enca aus, canon compliant plots and other alternate universe stories i come up with out of nowhere
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prompt: queen haia (kylie), a fae monarch, who rules with an "iron first" and villager-turned-king-consort jaan (ruru) who softens the queen's heart with all the flutters he induces.
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so here's the thing. the iron fist ruling, although not entirely false, was more like a tattle tale from non fae people as they have only seen the fae queen a little over once when they were peering near the borders of the fae kingdom, a fateful morning just as a fae troop led by the queen was patrolling along where the spears, bearing the curse of the creatures of the night, stood mightily, fencing the entire kingdom from the purest of creatures. not that the fae population is expected to be warm and welcoming of everyone.
they are distinctly divided into tribes, as one would prefer to call it, and these warm, welcoming auras are from the littlest bit of ambiguity exclusive to the minority. their nobles and royals are basically the demons of the overworld. but aren't the richest, tip-of-the-power-distribution-pyramid, the nobles and higher of all creatures so?
queen haia, rumored to be a direct descendant of the goddess artemis, said to have acquired the rawest blessing from hades himself, is the most powerful creature among the western hemisphere of the vast partition of the highest and what lies below.
queen haia, the only one left of her matriarchal lineage to preserve the legacy.
cold-hearted with eyes as empty as the dried up well somewhere in the heart of the fae kingdom, enclosed with the towering walls of the citadel. skin pale as her powers were said to have sucked in all the colors she could paint herself with. deadly and glamorous in her robes and with her crown that never tipped to any direction as if all of her glory and honor had taken themselves to be the invisible grip that keep the faes staring.
queen haia, the one whose worth cannot be compared to that of the blood of the universe.
queen haia, the one and only.
queen haia, the one and only ruler to ever fall in love with a disgraceful commoner. disgraceful to the eyes of the nobility, but only ever ethereal to hers.
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"salem," called the most powerful creature in the room.
"yes, my queen?" trembled the man whose name was called with the voice clutching utter venom, as it always does.
"have i not commanded you to relay my words to the traders two days ago? i have yet again received complaints from the farmers /and/ the villagers about the price of the crops!" the walls of the palace shook as if dancing to their queen's anger--to which they actually are so.
the selah, as the castle prefers to be called, has always been a playful one, always having fun bothering its residents corresponding to the monarch's mood. though it all comes with the royal permission all the time.
never really having gotten used to the ever cocky tendencies of the selah, the royal council, apart from the seelies, shook alongside the walls.
"forgive me, your majesty, but i could not get ahold of the traders even until now. but i shall be right on my way to search the entire kingdom for them!" the fae stood tall, as if to collect a few crumbs of dignity from the air.
