Fae Queen

Sensitivity

Sensitivity

 

I dressed to make my job easier – a short red satin dress with flimsy sleeves and a neckline so low it almost touched my belly button. The back of the dress was also low, leaving enough room for my wings to expand and contract at will. I also strapped on some red heels and revealed in the feeling they gave me.

 The dress, made my job easier because men who looked at me in it became conveniently distracted enough for me to get into their heads without much resistance. And the Fae women were too busy being jealous or envious to notice me slip into their memories.

I brushed my hair into soft waves before changing my mind and pinning it up intricately so that it showed off my long neck and the exaggeratedly long necklace with a fist sized diamond hanging between my cleavage.

Dantor entered the room and whistled lowly coming to place his arms around me, kissing my earlobes softly, whispering compliments in my ear until I was blushing like crazy.

He escorted me to the sitting room, a large room filled with the most comfortable couches and extravagant paintings as well as a whole wall full of bookshelves.

“Send Beterm in.”

Beterm’s mind was easy; his secrets where widely known and he didn’t have much trouble admitting to any of them – except for the fact that he had caused me to become Queen. That was something he refused to admit unless forced.

Dantor excused himself so quietly I had barely noticed his absence when he returned with Beterm following close behind. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped with a small popping sound.

Well, at least I was finally having the desired effect on him.

I dove myself into his mind, ignoring all else except the memory that I knew bugged him the most.

She was a small and peculiar girl, dark blue eyes held mine for seconds, minutes – maybe longer. Her red hair was pulled into a tight ponytail on top of her head. Her hand was on my chest, feeling the fluttering of my heart beat, a small smile engrossed her whole face. Lighting it up and making her so simply beautiful it was hard to resist.

I let her put her arms around my neck, nuzzling herself into the crook of my neck and shoulder inhaling deeper trying to remember the intoxicating aroma of my body.

I chuckled to myself leaning down to press my lips to hers urgently. She responded in kind, her hands running through my hair, pulling and testing the texture.

The last Queen made her forget; I could see the confusion on her face when I left her in the same park I had found her.

Who knew she would remember more than any other before her?

She had remembered my smell, she had remembered our kiss.

And that’s why she was Queen.  

 

I shuddered as the memory took over my own mind, that kiss was one of the last human memories I had. I was so confused afterwards, not aware of what I wanted, but knowing that I needed something so badly I would gladly kill to have it. I had slept in the park for two nights before the Queen came back for me, taking one look at me she knew that I would never be made to forget.

‘Beterm.” I paused looking at him – he stood looking at the ground, heat enunciating his cheeks as he was forced to relive his memory with me. “Did you cause a human girl to take the Fairy throne?”

“Yes.” His voice was quiet and I had to strain to hear it. The tone of disgust and shame was so clear on his voice it made me cringe.

“Thank you. You may go.”

Beterm bowed; a real sign of respect and didn’t even pause to tease me as he usually did. It was often this way when I had to question his mind. The memory of me plagued him more than he cared to admit.

I flipped onto the bed closing my eyes for a few moments. And before long Dantor snaked an arm over my shoulders, once again explaining how beautiful I looked and his ideas for later that night.

The prospect cheered me more than I had anticipated, and sent Dantor to collect the next Fairy.

Aarorn – a young Fae boy that had been in trouble much earlier that month entered the room meekly. His mind was very kind, and I regretted having to bring a memory forward that caused him pain.

It was simple to do; most fairies understood the procedure and offered up a multitude of memories to choose from. It was the ones that resisted that where often the cause of the issues.

I spend the rest of the day like that, Dantor would visit me between fairies, keeping me sane and keeping me distracted enough not to feel guilty about what I was doing.

Somehow Dantor had managed to gather most of the solitary Fae, meaning it took almost a whole 24 hours to question every single fairy that Dantor could round up.

None of them where able to lie to me, all of them admitted the truth even though I could tell it caused 90% of them harm. But they understood why I had to do this.

After all the fairies had left the palace Dantor came to my room and made sure to fulfil all the promises he had whispered in my ear during the day.