Fatal Love

I am Queen Cathaine Silvershine, and my husband is King Conchobar Darkton and together we rule a small county in the north hills of Ireland.  I am a lycan, more commonly known as a werewolf.  Once a month I run and hunt in the forests of our land reveling in my wolf form.  I have beautiful, sleek matte white fur with deep icy blue eyes.  My husband says my fur reminds him of freshly fallen powdered snow.  My husband is completely aware of who and what I am; I have no secrets from him.  Ours was an arranged marriage and though I care for my husband greatly, my heart truly belongs to another. This is the story of how I came to realize my true love, birthed him a child he did not know of, and died giving that child life. 

Our lands have been at peace for a little over forty years; Conchobar’s father severely beat any attackers along the borders of his land, with his son at his side that no one dared try attacking again.  That was a generation ago and new younger headstrong nobles were coming into power.  Our lands are prosperous, which makes our people happy, this however makes the new nobles jealous.  What only my king and my true love are aware of is that by my birthright I am a powerful Druid, and I have command over the elements.  I help our lands remain lush and green so we never have a bad harvest, I also pray to Gaia, our Earth Mother, with offerings of milk and honey. These things along with my continued observance of the sabbats and esbats insure our land and people’s happiness

But everything is not completely peaceful within the royal house as many believe it to be.  I have not yet been able to give my king his heir; this saddens and distresses me greatly.  He is kind about it, simply assuring me that I will one day give him his heir, and I truly hope he is right.  There is another man that shares my bed when the king is away on long absences, my special personal guard, Demettri O’Shay. My husband knows all about him and we have a deal between us.  With King Conchobar more frequently traveling on business due to the problems with the bordering nobles, Demettri was allowed to always be by my side to pleasure and protect me.  But we were not allowed to love or fall in love with each other and no children could ever come from our many unions.  To this end I perform an infertility ritual on Demettri, and a fertility ritual on Conchobar, once every month.  Even this was no guarantee but it put my king’s mind at ease, so I obliged. 

Demettri and I are inseparable companions, upon my husband’s most recent return from a meeting along our western border he brought with him some very unsettling news.  The neighboring nobles, the clan Murdock, had started a land dispute, claiming that several of the fields that one of our knights owned and dutifully maintained were not his, but belonged to the Clan Murdock.  My husband had studied land maps of our land going back over a hundred years.  He knew every piece that had been bought, sold, traded, or lost by his family. He knew without a doubt that the fields were ours, and would not give them up.

This meant moving the knight’s family and servants into our main keep, and sending an army of our finest troops to guard against any possible attacks.  So the king would be away from me for a month at the least.  The night before his departure, I performed the fertility ritual, three weeks early hoping to make it stronger.  We spent the evening in our chambers, had a beautiful fire and candle light dinner, with all of the king’s favorite dishes.  When dinner was over we sent all the servants away, making sure everyone knew we were not to be disturbed for anything until morning’s first light.  We planned to have many unions this night. No one within our household knew of my special abilities, save for Demettri, who had special abilities of his very own. My king and I disrobed, completely comfortable with each other’s nakedness, and I said one last prayer to the Goddess, asking to conceive Conchobar’s heir, with that I climbed into bed.

As I relaxed I tried to speak, but Conchobar promptly kissed me into silence.  His kisses were like a drug to me totally addicting and filled with passion, and I swear his fingers could work magick between my legs, every time.  We had a leisurely, passionate love making at first, when he released his seed inside me I lay still urging it to fertilize my womb; with him still deep inside laying on top of me.  We cuddled close, me running my nails around his back and him caressing my arms and nuzzling my neck. When he rolled off, we both got up and went for a snack of cheese and bread to help regain our energy.  After our brief snack, and some discussion about plans for the defense of our lands, along with the hopeful outcome he pulled me to my feet slowly walking me to the rug in front of the fireplace.