It's been acknowledge by the general public that the Fowl dynasty, throughout multiple generations, has been mainly a male-run organization. It's a general fact that it was typically the men who were in charge; paving the way for future generations and providing new business ethics and laws. Even during times of great revolutions when newer, feminist ideas coming into focus, the business aspect of the empire, by in large, was typically made up with men.
That's not to say that the women of the Fowl domain did not receive any rights. In fact, it was almost considered an honor in medieval days for young lassies to be proposed to by male Fowl youth. To be a part of the greatness and excellence that was the Fowl meant women gained more freedom and power than standard class women at the time. In fact, although not widely known, many historical scholars have discovered through intense investigations of the Fowl bloodline that sometimes, the women of the Fowl Empire, were responsible for some of the most significance changes made to either business ethics or even just simple household etiquette.
But Why? And how were the women able to get their way? That's not to say that women are incapable. On the contrary; women in general are the better species. Even Artemis Fowl the second has acknowledge this statement. Still however, many scholars who research the particular Irish family end up scratching their heads and running away from their research in both anger and discuss with the lack of answers they couldn't find. Just how did these women do it? How did Irene Layman the fourth persuade Maximums Fowl to allow trading with Brittan during the Great 7 year's war? How did Bridgette Estonia the third convince her newlywed husband Regan Fowl that he had no place in fighting in the First World War? What exactly gave these women of authority, even more authority?
The answer is quite simple, in actuality. All things considered, no matter how powerful, how legendary, and how noble Fowl men were, they all suffered one terrible flaw.
All Fowl's have the weirdest sexual kinks.
Fetishes, if you will, have given power to more women than all the revolutions of the early 1920's, the 60's, and 70's combined. Maximums Fowl was into ass play. Coincidently, he signed the trade agreement a day after his birthday. Irene simply just gave Max a very, very, special birthday present. Regan had a particular fascination with feet. Not to get too graphic, all Bridgette had to do was remove the socks to remove her man from war. Seriously, any Fowl man can be subdued by their women in any sexual manner possible; a touch here, a lick there, and all Fowl men end up submitting to the advancements of their wives.
Artemis Fowl the second is no exception to this rule.
She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes while she waited gruffly upon the bed for her husband. It was a typical Saturday night in the Fowl household; the vegan dinner that was served was exquisite and at this moment, the couple was about to make love. While they had not lost the fire and the passion in their lovemaking for they were still young lovers, it almost seemed like their sex life had become formulaic; especially their Saturday nights, in which the kinks were unleashed. She looked back down at the attire she was permitted to wear for this occasion, and groused. It was practically degrading. She still had no idea how she was able to submit herself to such a demand. Nevertheless, by dawning on this ugly outfit, she was given the advantage to do whatever she wanted with her husband later, and her husband usually 'preformed,' his best when she was dressed like this.
While it made her somewhat angry, she couldn't help but agree that it was a win-win situation. Fowl got what he wanted, and she got Fowl to do his best.
That still didn't make up for the fact that her husband was taking forever in the restroom.
She stepped off the large king-size bed and made her way towards the bathroom door with a fevered pace. She struck upon the door with one balled fist fiercely for a few moments, before she was finally greeted with a welcoming response. The Irish tone along with the supremely evident smugness in his voice didn't help in subduing the fire of rage that was beginning to burn out of control.
