Jupiter Rising

Chapter Thirty Four- My reflection

Two Princess's and two Queens were dumped out in a rather unfortunate place on arrival in Olamoore. It was a moment one may wish to remove from one's memory permanently.

Sycamores bathroom. A place fit for a dolls house. It had a bath tub at its centre and a rather large goblet sat beside it with a bound book marked on a page that the little fella had left it on.

Mirren had landed within the bath tub, laughter coming out of its tin walls as did her limbs. Andy had landed beneath me, her chest rising and falling against mine, and a smile pricking her lips as my eyebrows shot up above her. A rather welcomed place to have her, beneath me.

Emerald, as I struggled to sit up, was found to be in a bale of towels, one hanging off of her head, and a squeaking coming from beneath her "get your rear end off of my neck prissy pants"

Emerald sprung to her feet, a mountain of white towels falling around her as Sycamore scurried out like a little mouse, his hair slicked upward like a little baby bird.

Sycamore came to my side and assisted me to stand as the others got to their feet too "My Queen. I must apologise" he began, dusting me down before realising it was useless. My gown had been torn from me the first night in the Gloam, and my white underclothes were all I had been left with. White now a horrid shade of dirt. I looked as far from a Queen as one could get, my dignity torn from me... and thrown to the cells to lose all hope. The Gloam had wished to mentally break me.

"I did not mean to bring you down here" Sycamore continued "I merely made the mistake of letting my mind wonder to having my bath later on this evening"

Mirren's sharp laugh made us all jump. She held her hands up in surrender "A'm sorry. Th' wee goblin juist cracks me up"

Sycamores face reddened "I am not a goblin. I swear to all the Fae above that I will implode if one more royal pain in my ass calls me a goblin or a troll"

"Weel ye keek lik' yin. Whit urr ye then?"

Sycamore grabbed his little bound book and flicked through some pages until he found an illustration and threw it at Mirren. "A Pixie if you must know... A Forest Pixie"

Everyone but me looked into the book and studied its pages. I already knew what he was. There were casual nods and humming, a little oohing and ahhing at the pictures.

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?!" Emerald asked. "To give the illusion that you are a goblin is misleading"

Sycamore dramatically fell back onto his pile of white towels, his hands covering his face as he growled into them. "For the love of Fae" then he looked up and sprung to his feet "can I kill her?!" He asked, gesturing to Emerald "we can say she never did get rescued"

"Hey" Emerald protested.

Sycamore threw her a glare "Trust me ... everybody would believe it. How many times have you been kidnapped?! Ten?!"

"Twice" Emerald corrected.

"A lot" Sycamore threw back.

"Stop it" I ordered "this is not the girls bathroom at school break time"

Mirren smirked, her eyebrows rising up and down tauntingly "Na tis nae is it Rowan"

Andy threw her a death stare and stood between us, her focus on me.

"Are you okay?!" Andy asked, coming to my side and taking my arm gently. She steadied me. I leant my weight upon her, unable in my current feeble state to stand alone.

I shook my head "No, but a visit from the healers will have me back to myself soon enough. I am not afraid"

Andy looked like she was though, her eyes wondering over my pathetic form, and her pain at the sight of me echoing from her features. "Let's get back to our girls" she whispered, as if any raised sound or strong movement might shatter me like glass.