Prescribed: A Succubus

Chapter Five

When the tunnel ends she freezes, becoming stiff in front of the rock. "We're here."

I squeeze her hand and if anything else it gives her the courage to put her hand to the wall. Just like the door, she lights up and the wall opens up for the both of us as we go through. It's a room. Filled with books and dead plants. Filled with dusty furniture and sun-bleached fabrics. As the sun pools in from the tinted ceiling, I look at Mave, her skin highlighted by the light. She looks so beautiful but her eyes are so distant as she takes in the sight of this room.

"I haven't been in my bedroom in forty years and yet they kept it untouched. I don't think it suits me anymore. I don't feel the same as back then, I no longer feel like the daughter of the king and queen."

"The what?" Did I hear that correctly? King and queen?

"Maybe I should've mentioned I was a pure-blood nature fae and also the technical heir of the throne. I don't know I kinda skipped over that I'm realizing." Her voice becomes just as nervous as I'm feeling.

I am about to set foot not in front of her parents which was already pretty nerve-wracking but a king and queen of one of the three sections. I've also been fucking the heir a lot. I wonder if that counts for something?

"Let's just do this," I say almost pleading with her.

We leave the room, and I watch as her posture rises like she never left. Keeping herself tall and proud as she walks down the halls. A little more confident than when she first came. I look at the walls as we go but they are decorated with large pictures of past kings and queens of this place and at the end when we get to two large doors is a family photo with a child that should be Mave and her parents. Two intimidating-looking people who wear hard faces like masks. Fuck me.

Mave stands there, her unmoving hands pressed against the wood. I don't think she notices the steps behind us before I do and as I turn my head my eyes lock on a woman. Her skin is an emerald with long black hair to match. Her eyes stun me large and black like everyone else's but they're filled wet with tears, not yet fallen. It's odd to see the perception of a person broken immediately. She's the same height as Mave but I almost wouldn't know as she trips over her own feet trying to run.

The word hangs still as her mother wraps her arms around Mave. In that moment Mave looks like a child as her shoulders hunch and she becomes smaller in her mother's arms. Right here the people that stand behind me in the painting are back alive.

"I'm so sorry," Mave says and if you weren't close you wouldn't hear it. Her hand goes up and grabs her mother's arm. "I've missed you."

"Please don't leave again." Her mother says between her tears.

"Never again." Mave turns around and hugs her Mom.

A pit forms in my chest as tears well up in my eyes. I'm so happy for her but a wave of jealousy washes over me.

I feel bitter.

I wish I could have this.

They take a while to compose themselves, hanging on each other's arms as they whisper words in their native tongue.

Mave motions to me and says something happily. Her mother lets her go to come up to me and takes my hands in hers.

"Thank you. I'd like to invite you to our celebration tonight." I nod and she smiles at me before going back to her daughter.

"Your Dad's gonna pass out." Her mother says jokingly.

"I'd like to talk to you both privately if that's okay. Ava the servants can help you dress appropriately for the celebration." Mave says looking back at me, her smile and glee are infectious.