Shadows of Desire Ch. 08

A gay story: Shadows of Desire Ch. 08 Expectations

Thaden awoke just as the morning light began to spill in through the small window of the tiny room they had rented at the inn. Tally was asleep beside him, curled up on her side, the new night shirt that Thaden had bought for her was wrapped around her tiny legs, the hem so long it nearly covered the tiny toes that peeked out from beneath the billowing, white fabric. Her hands were very nearly swallowed by the lace that lined the cuffed sleeves. All he could see of her hands were her dainty fingers, curled around the soft blanket that she had apparently kicked off in the night.

He smiled, touching the soft, downy hair that spilled over her shoulders and onto the pillow where she lay her head. She murmured something in her sleep then drew her knees up closer to her chest as she tucked her legs into her. Thaden pulled the blanket back up over her then sat up on the side of the bed, stretching and yawning. After taking a couple minutes to wake up and adjust to his surroundings, he looked around the room then frowned. Rowan wasn’t there.

Panic gripped him suddenly and he quickly threw on his shirt. Next, grabbing for his belt and scabbard he secured it around his waist and then pulled his boots on. Leaving Tally sleeping in the bed he careful crept out of the room and into the hallway. He passed four other doors, all leading to rooms that were, at the moment, vacant and hurried to the bar area of the inn. At this time of day the bar and lounge area was mostly empty though Thaden could detect the scent of fresh ham being cooked and he could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. He went to the bar and called out for whoever was working.

A moment later, a stout, middle aged woman with blue tinted hair appeared behind the bar. She was smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to Thaden. The woman was small, despite how round she was, reaching maybe four feet, if that. Her small stature didn’t phase Thaden though, he’d seen smaller creatures in Rosegate. Gnomes and Brownies tended to rise as high as his knees and those were the adults. Pixies and sprites were even smaller. Pixies being so small that one could not even see them with the naked eye, only the orb of light that surrounded them like an aura. Though they tended to stay near Ansonia and the neighboring villages, Thaden had actually seen a few of them in Rosegate from time to time.

Thaden greeted the woman as she approached him, though declining when she asked if he wanted a drink.

“I’m looking for my husband.” He told the woman. “He wasn’t in our room when I awoke this morning. Have you by chance seen him recently?”

“The vampire?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Thaden told her. “His name is Rowan. Has he been here, at the bar?”

“No.” The woman folded her arms over her round belly as she shook her head. “I haven’t seen him, but I did remember hearing someone in back, by one of the outbuildings.”

“Thank you.” Thaden said, depositing a coin on the counter for the woman’s troubles. He then rushed out the door and around the side of the building to where the outbuildings were located.

No sooner had Thaden turned the corner when he saw Rowan walking towards him. He had his hood up over his head, shielding him from the sun and he looked paler than normal. He moved with a slow gate and seemed tired like he had no energy left in him. Growing more concerned for his mate, Thaden went to Rowan’s side and put an arm around him protectively.

“Are you alright?” Thaden asked him.

“I’m fine.” Rowan smiled but Thaden could tell that it was forced. He wasn’t alright. He seemed weak and much more frail than normal.

“You need to feed.” Thaden said suddenly. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? You need to feed.”

Rowan frowned, shaking his head. “Gods no. That’s the last thing I need.”

Thaden narrowed his eyes and sighed. “Rowan, I know the idea isn’t appealing to you but it’s not healthy to go against your nature. If you need blood…”

“No, it’s not that. I’d hunt if I really needed to it’s just…” Before he could even finish the sentence, Rowan suddenly clamped his hand over his mouth, groaned, then turned and ran straight for the outbuilding again. He had nearly made it to the door but stopped abruptly as the contents of his stomach came rushing up and he suddenly retched all over the ground.

Thaden was at his side in an instant. He held Rowan’s hair back with one hand while rubbing Rowan’s back with the other as he looked on in concern. Too weak to stay on his feet, Rowan had lowered himself to his knees and shivered. Another bout of vomiting had left Rowan’s stomach empty and he spent the next several minutes dry heaving. When it seemed like the renching had finally stopped, Rowan leaned back against Thaden with a whimper. He wiped tears from his eyes and sighed. “That’s the worst feeling in the world.” Rowan muttered hoarsely. “I have no idea how mortals deal with illness.”

“You’ve never thrown up before?” Thaden looked at him, confused.

Rowan shook his head. “Vampire’s don’t get sick. The only time I’ve known one to vomit was when ingesting something toxic to us.”

Thaden took a moment to allow what Rowan was telling him to sink in. The realization of Rowan’s words had finally dawned on him, Thaden smiled, his eyes wide. “Rowan, are you…”

Rowan held his hand out to Thaden and Thaden helped him to stand. Rowan gave him a slight smirk then turned back towards the inn. “I’d like to lie down a bit before we leave.” Rowan told him. Before Thaden could say anything else, Rowan had walked away, headed back to the inn. Thaden followed closely behind him but his mind was suddenly a flurry of different thoughts and emotions. He knew that there could be a possibly that Rowan was with child but now his current condition had made that possibility seem more real. It was more than a possibly. Now, it was almost a certainty.

Rowan walked into the inn, going right past the bar and down the hallway towards their room. Thaden followed closely behind him and watched as Rowan kicked off his boots and removed his cloak. He then slid into the bed beside the still sleeping Tally. Thaden closed the door then walked to the bed and sat down next to Rowan. He looked over him, studying every detail of his mates face. Thaden’s heart was suddenly filled with pride and boundless love for Rowan. It nearly brought tears to his eyes.

“Do you need anything?” Thaden asked him, keeping his voice low as to not wake the sleeping child.

Rowan yawned. “Just sleep.” He told him with a smile.

Thaden nodded. He learned forward and kissed the top of Rowan’s head. “Alright. I’m going to go and gather the supplies we’ll need. In the meantime you can rest. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to go.”

“Do you need any help?” Rowan looked up. Thaden could tell by the look on Rowan’s face that he was exhausted. Still, he was willing to help if Thaden needed him, despite not feeling well.

Thaden shook his head and smiled. “I can manage.” He said, kissing him again. “Rest up. We’ll leave when you’re feeling up to it.”

“Alright.” Rowan smiled up at Thaden. “I love you.” He whispered as he yawned again and closed his eyes.

“I love you too.” Thaden whispered. “You are my whole world.” He stood up, taking one last look at the two sleeping forms in the bed. His ready made little family. It was all he’d ever wanted and suddenly he realized just how empty his life had been just a few weeks earlier. Now he had a mate, a daughter, and possibly another on the way. The words he had spoken to Rowan were true. This little family they had made together, it was Thaden’s entire world and he knew in that instant that he would do whatever he had to just to keep them safe. They meant everything to him. This was his life now and he couldn’t be happier.

***

Thaden had managed to find a small cart with one of the residents of Ansonia and bought it for a fair price. He figured it was worth the cost when he considered the supplies he would have to carry plus the added weight of Tally that Shadow dancer had to bear. Though he had no idea what they would do once they reached Pickaway village, Thaden had a basic idea of what they might need to get them started. Food for one thing. Winter wasn’t far off and anything they planted now wouldn’t survive so he had to think about what would sustain them through the winter.

He had bought two bushels of varied vegetables, a couple bags of grain, dried meats, flour, honey, and he’d refilled his wine skins. He had also purchased a bow, arrows, and some fishing line and hooks. If they ran out of meat (and they would) Thaden could hunt and fish. He was skilled with a bow and had gone fishing a couple of times with his brother so he was confident in his ability to provide for his family. When they reached Pickaway village and found a house, Thaden could then inquire about live stock. Particularity a cow or goat that was giving milk. Rowan could definitely use the milk now and Thaden wasn’t sure if they would need it when the baby came. Now that he was almost certain that Rowan was with child, he had to think about the future of his infant.

Being the first vampire omega in centuries left many uncertainties. Thaden didn’t know if Rowan would produce milk to feed the child or not. He also didn’t know what Rowan needed in order to grow a healthy child so, Thaden just had to play it by ear. He would treat Rowan as he would any pregnant woman and go from there. Any obstacles they faced in the future would be met together and they would solve them together. Thaden would do whatever he had to do to care for his family. Whether it be fight a mountain or orcs or work grueling hours all day as a blacksmiths apprentice. He could do it. If it meant keeping his family safe, he would do anything.

Once he had the cart filled and attached to Shadow dancer, he went back into the inn to settle the bill and gather his mate and their adopted child. As soon as he had entered the lounge area, Thaden found Rowan and Tally sitting at a table near the bar. Rowan looked up and smiled when he saw Thaden enter.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Rowan said softly as he glanced over the table. “Tally was hungry.”

Thaden looked to the young girl who was greedily scarfing down what food was left on the plate in front of her. Before Rowan, sat his own plate of food that, so far, had remained mostly untouched.

“Of course I don’t mind.” Thaden told him with a chuckle. He then walked to Rowan and kissed him on the lips. Tally giggled through her mouth of food. “Eat up, my loves. I’ll go and pay our bill.”

Rowan nodded but as Thaden walked away, he noticed that Rowan only sat at the table pushing his ham around the plate with a fork. Once Thaden had paid, he returned to the table and sat next to Rowan while he waited for his own meal that he had just ordered. He picked up the goblet of ale that he’d brought over with him and took a drink as he watched his mate.

“Is your stomach still upsetting you?” He asked, placing a hand over Rowan’s as he looked him over, sympathetically.

Rowan shrugged. “A bit, but not as bad as before. I suppose I’m just a bit scared to eat anything now. Getting sick was a terrible feeling and I don’t want to repeat it.”

Thaden sighed then wrapped an arm around Rowan’s shoulder as he attempted to sooth his mate’s worry. “I know it wasn’t a pleasant feeling but you can’t starve yourself because of it. It’s not healthy for you and it certainly isn’t healthy for the life that might be growing inside of you.”

“I know.” Rowan smiled wanly. His hand slipped to his belly as he stared down at the food and frowned. He was actually really hungry but the fear of getting sick again was too much. Having never experienced anything like it before, Rowan at first was confused when he felt the cramping sensation. The fear of losing the life that he and Thaden had created was at the forefront of his mind as he was now certain that he was with child. That fear quickly dissipated as the first of his stomach’s contents had come up and he realized what was happening.

The relief was short lived though as the constant heaving and retching made him wonder if he himself were dying. When it had finally ended he felt exhausted and drained of energy. His throat was sore and his chest ached. But, the worst part was the total loss of control over his body that he had felt. He felt as though he were at the mercy of his biology and he knew there was nothing he could do but give in. As soon as Thaden had left their room, Rowan had used the pitcher of water on the end table to rinse the sour taste from his mouth then he returned to the bed and cried himself to sleep. The worst of it was now over but he was not eager to repeat the experience.

“I don’t know how women do it.” He said finally, keeping his voice low so that only Thaden could hear him. “And over and over again. They’re much stronger than I.”

“I think the joy of holding your child in your arms that first time out weighs all the discomfort of the pregnancy.” Thaden told him. “Why else would so many couples have multiple children?”

“Gluttons for punishment?” Rowan snickered.

“Perhaps.” Thaden answered, then he gave Rowan a sly wink. “Or perhaps, they just like doing what makes the babies.”

Rowan blushed. “Thaden!” He scolded his mate. “There’s a child at the table.”

Thaden chuckled. “She’s more invested in her meal than our conversation.”

“Be that as it may, you’re going to have to start watching what you say. Especially if we really are going to have a little one soon. Children are most impressionable while learning to talk.”

“So, do you know for sure yet or are we still only guessing?”

Rowan thought the question over for the moment, unsure of how to really answer it. “If I were human or even just a woman, I’d say that no, I’m not sure. Not until I had been examined by a midwife. But, being what I am, I have no other explanation for the symptoms I’m having. My heat should have lasted longer than three days. I haven’t eaten or drank anything that would cause me to become sick. I’ve also been feeling so tired lately and not just during the day. And, then there’s the headaches.”

“Headaches?” Thaden narrowed his eyes as concern crossed his face.

Rowan nodded. “I’ve never gotten headaches before. It’s not something common in vampires but I’ve heard pregnant servants complaining of them. I used to listen to the servants who were expecting talking with other servants about their symptoms. I was always just curious, knowing that it could happen to me someday. I’ve always wanted children but was a little scared by the idea of it. Mostly because there’s no information in Basmorte about male pregnancy. I just didn’t know what to expect. I still don’t. Not really. All I have to go on is what I’ve heard others discuss.”

“I can see where that would be scary.” Thaden put an arm around Rowan and pulled him close, hugging him. “If you are with child, I want you to know that I will do whatever I can to help you through it. You won’t go through it alone.”

Rowan smiled and kissed the side of Thaden’s face. “Good.” He said softly. “Because I have almost no doubts now that we’re going to have a child. I’d like to have a midwife confirm it but I would be truly surprised if I weren’t.”

“All the symptoms do seem to point to it.” Thaden agreed.

Rowan nodded. “And it’s not just the symptoms either. I don’t know how to explain it really, but it’s almost like I can sense it, in a way. Like my body just knows. It probably sounds silly but it’s almost like I just…feel it.”

“It doesn’t sound silly at all.” Thaden said. “You know your body better than anyone. I would think you’d be the first to notice a difference.”

Rowan laid his head against Thaden’s shoulder. “So, are you okay with this? I know you weren’t planning on us having children this soon…”

Before Rowan could finish, Thaden slipped a hand under Rowan’s chin and turned his head up so that they were looking at each other, eye to eye, then Thaden captured Rowan’s lips and kissed him, deeply and passionately. “I am more than okay with this.” Thaden told him. “In fact, I’m over the moon. I can think of no greater honor than having you carry my child. You, the man I love more than anything in this entire world, have given me the greatest gift of all. You’ve given me a family.”

Tally’s Tale

Tally sat in the cart, nestled against a bag of grain with her tiny legs stretched out and her shoes pointing towards the sky. Shoes! She giggled as she looked at them. She just couldn’t believe it. She actually had shoes! Not just any old shoes, they were brand new black shoes, shiny and clean. Along with the new shoes, the elf man called Thaden had also given her a new dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, not like the pretty dresses that the ladies in the big stone house had worn but that didn’t matter to Tally. What mattered to her was that it was new, it was clean, it actually fit, and it was hers.

She had squealed with delight when the nice elf man had given it to her. It was a light blue, like the flowers she had seen in the fields on the way to Ansonia. The fabric was so soft she thought at first that it must have been made of clouds. The other man, Rowan, the vampire, had helped her change into it and they both laughed as he threw her old dress into the fire and they watched it burn. Tally spun around in circles, watching the hem of her dress swirl around her. She imagined herself a mermaid swimming around in a pool of beautifully clear, blue waters, and then without even thinking, she threw herself into the vampire man’s arms and hugged him.

It was strange. She’d never met a vampire before but she had heard the little people in the neighboring villages talk of them. They described them as hideous monsters with pale, gray skin, sunken eyes, long, bony, claw-like fingers. They said that vampires came out at night and snatched up little children that they took back to caves in the mountains so they could feast on their blood. The little people had also said that vampires would soar through the air with bat like wings and swoop down, killing anyone or anything they could find. They ripped the throats from their victims, slaughtered their live stock, and burned their homes.

Tally had been terrified of vampires. They were like demons. Terrible, evil, demons that thirsted for blood and loved to kill. Denmari, the little old woman that had once cared for Tally told her that should she ever see a vampire, run. Run for her life. Denmari was a kind old woman and had done her best to keep Tally safe. She had given her the old, weathered, dress she had worn earlier. She brought Tally food when she could, and she had taught her many things, especially how to survive on her own. That’s why she trusted what the old woman had said and never questioned her.

Denmari had told her to remember all that she had taught her and to take her warnings to heart. “I am old.” Denmari told her. “Too old now to be of much use to anyone but I have done my best to prepare you, child. I shan’t return to you after this day. My old body just won’t allow it.” She had hugged Tally then turned from her and shuffled back into the forest. True to her word, Denmari had not returned and for the first time in her life, Tally was completely alone. She had tried to seek help from the tiny villages around but the villagers had chased her away. They had called her the most horrible names and thrown rocks and old bread at her.

She wandered around for a while, hungry, cold, and frightened. That was when the traveling merchant with the funny little pointed hat had found her. He’d fed her and cleaned her up a bit then he took her the place he called Ansonia. She thought he was a kind man and that he would care for her but those hopes were soon squashed when she realized that he’d brought her there to sell her. An old woman and her husband had bought her and she thought maybe they might be kind to her. The old woman reminded her some of Denmari. Tally’s heart ached when she thought of poor, old, Denmari. She missed her so.

Without protest, Tally had gone with the old couple, hopeful that they would take care of her the way Denmari had. Even if they weren’t as kind as Denmari, living with them would certainly be better than being on her own, wouldn’t it? She soon found out the answer to that question as she was taken to the old couples tiny cottage and they explained to her what her role in their house would be. Where she expected a soft, warm, bed of straw or grass, she was given a hard, cold floor to sleep on. When she was fed, it was only stale bread and scraps that she was given. If she wanted to eat, she had to work for it, and work she did. She would scrub the floors, sweep, dust, wash dishes, and did the laundry.

The old woman, Moira, had tried to teach Tally to cook but that was something she just never got the hang of. Most of the time she would burn the food which earned her a sound beating. Moira would curse her, tell her she was stupid, and slap her anytime she made a mistake. After she had tripped and spilled the mop water, Moira had beaten her so badly that she lost consciousness. She awoke later, locked in the root cellar. She didn’t know how long she had been there but it felt like weeks. Every other day she would be given a chunk of stale bread and some water to drink then, she would be left, locked in darkness once again.

Tally laid of the dirt floor, crying, as she begged to be released. When she realized that they were not going to let her out, she began to pray for death. She was so hungry, her mouth was dry, and she had cried until there were no tears left in her. She closed her eyes and waited to die. She welcomed death. It was the only way, she realized, that she would be released from this hell. Hours, maybe even days, later, she was awoken abruptly when Moira had come into the cellar and thrown a bucket of icy water on her. Tally opened her eyes, startled to see the old woman standing over her. “Get up!” Moira spat at her. Tally did as she was told, pushing herself up to stand on weak and wobbly legs, and she followed Moira up and out of the cellar.

Tally thought she would be forced to resume her duties of cleaning and cooking but instead the old man, Dragle, forced her into a cart and then drove her out to a field far beyond the boarders of Ansonia. He ordered her out of the cart, handed her a small sack with a bit of bread and cheese, then left her there. He drove off without saying a word, giving no explanation, not even giving a backwards glance. He’d just abandoned her. Tally sat in the field, clutching the bag to her chest and waited. She wasn’t sure what to do. By nightfall she knew that he was not coming back for her and she was again on her own. She was seven years old and once again had been cast out into the world to fend for herself. Oh, how she missed Denmari. She wondered if she would ever see her again.

Laying in the back of the cart now, Tally thought about what Denmari had told her and the lessons she had tried to teach her. Denmari had much wisdom but Tally began to realize that not everything she’d been told had been the truth. The first time she had seen Rowan she knew there was something different about him. He looked human but didn’t. His dark hair was a sharp contrast against his pale complexion and his eyes, green like a cat’s, were otherworldly. But, he didn’t look like a monster, so she wasn’t sure what to make of him at first. It wasn’t until she had heard the elf man refer to Rowan as a vampire that she finally understood what he truly was.

Denmari had told her to run if she ever encountered a vampire. They were dangerous, they killed. But, Rowan didn’t look dangerous and he wasn’t hideous. If Tally were being honest, she would say that he was actually quite beautiful. He had a calming sense about him that made her want to instantly trust him though she fought against her desire to just run into the man’s arms. He didn’t have bat-like wings and he didn’t have cold, sunken in eyes. He didn’t try to snatch her up or drink her blood. In fact, he was quite gentle as he approached her. His smile was warm and inviting and as he knelt down before her she saw only kindness and compassion in his eyes.

The elf man told her that she had nothing to fear from either of them and for some reason, Tally believed him. They had shared some of their food with her and then Rowan, the vampire, had decided to bathe her in the stream. The water was cold but also so refreshing and she laughed and played as the vampire scooped hand fulls of the cool liquid over her head and used a shred of cloth to scrub her face and arms. He took such care with her and even splashed the water on her playfully, laughing as he did so. Tally thought to herself, no, this vampire would never hurt me. He’s kind. He’s loving. He’s like Denmari.

Tally was a bit worried when she saw that they were headed back to Ansonia. For a brief moment she wondered if they were going to sell her like the merchant had. Was that why Rowan had cleaned her up? Her faith was restored though when Rowan spoke back to the King, admonishing him for considering that Tally would be kept as a slave. She could feel the anger coming off the vampire and for a moment it had frightened her. She wasn’t scared of Rowan though. She was more scared of what the King would do to Rowan for being rude but then the Queen had told the King to give Rowan and Thaden whatever they wanted and Tally knew in that moment that none of them would be harmed. The Queen had said that Rowan was blessed by the Goddess and apparently that meant something special.

When they had left the Palace, Thaden took them to the inn. They had eaten a good meal. A hot meal. Something Tally had never had before and them for the first time ever, she had gotten to sleep in an actual bed. Not a cold, damp floor, or even a pile of hay. It was a real bed with a mattress and pillows and a blanket. She didn’t think life could get any better than that. It was more than she could have ever dreamed of but then, that morning, she’d eaten real eggs, and ham, and bread that wasn’t stale or starting to mold. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever tasted. Even better than the stew they had had the night before. She had felt truly blessed just to be given the hot food and warm bed but when Thaden had given her the dress and shoes, she felt like a Princess.

She didn’t understand how these two men, whom she barely knew, could be so kind to her but, she was grateful for everything they had done for her. For the first time in her life she felt like she actually had a family. A real family, with parents who loved her. She knew they weren’t her parents. Her real parents were human. Denmari had explained that to her and explained to her why should go never go back to them.

They were probably dead by now anyway because time moved different in the human world then it did for the Fae. Tally was sad that she would never get to meet her real parents. She often wondered if they missed her or even knew that she had been taken. Had they raised the changeling, never knowing the truth? She supposed it didn’t matter now. She had Rowan and Thaden to take care of her. Still, it would have been nice to have seen her parents at least once. If only to know that they were okay without her.

Thaden had helped Rowan up onto the horse, being extra careful with him. Tally wondered why. Had Rowan hurt himself? She suspected that he wasn’t feeling well because he barely ate any of his breakfast and he just had this look about him. Tally knew that look. Once she had been so sick that Denmari was afraid she would lose her. For a full week she could barely keep any food down and Denmari said she had something called a fever that made her feel really hot. She got better though, thanks to some herbs that Denmari had made her eat. They tasted horrible but Denmari said they would heal her so she did as she was told and swallowed them down.

Maybe those herbs would help Rowan. She made a mental note to tell him about them later. Once Thaden was seated on the horse behind Rowan, they headed out of Ansonia and towards a village that Thaden said would be their new home. Tally couldn’t remember the name but the way Thaden talked, it seemed like a nice place. Thaden had said they were about a days ride and they would stop only once, around noon, to eat and rest. That was fine with Tally because she had a nice comfortable seat in the cart where she could just lay back and watch the sky above as the cart was pulled behind the horse. Her excitement built as she imagined a tiny cottage with Thaden and Rowan. Her first real home ever.

Thaden and Rowan spoke to each other softly as they rode. Their voices were low, like when they were talking at the inn, so Tally couldn’t really hear what they were saying but, she knew it wasn’t anything bad. Rowan was smiling and he even giggled every once in a while. Thaden had one arm wrapped around Rowan’s waist and Tally saw him pull Rowan back as if hugging him and then he kissed his head. They kissed a lot. Tally thought that was funny. No one had ever kissed her but she knew what kissing was. She had seen the Fae people kiss and hold each other and she was old enough to realize that there were different types of kisses.

There were kisses that mother’s gave their children, kisses between good friends, and then there were the kisses between sweet hearts. That was the kinds of kisses that Thaden gave Rowan. Tally remembered Thaden calling Rowan his mate but she wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. She assumed that it meant they were friends but now she was beginning to see that they were much more than that. They acted like mommies and daddies act, even though they were both men. Though, from what she knew of Rowan so far, he seemed much more like a mommy than a daddy. He was definitely more the affectionate type and Tally loved it when he hugged her. She felt safe in his arms.

She felt safe with Thaden too and he could be affectionate at times. He definitely was with Rowan but with Tally he seemed too rigid, almost like he was scared of children. Tally had to giggle at that. A grown man like that, scared of a little girl. When he’d given her the shoes and dress she had wrapped her tiny arms around him and given him the biggest hug she could and he hugged her back but he was too gentle, like he was afraid he might break her and he seemed nervous. He smiled at her though and genuinely seemed pleased that she was happy with her gifts.

There was kindness in him too but also a strength that radiated off him that made Tally think that he could be fierce if he needed to be. He carried a sword too so Tally figured he was warrior of some kind. The fact that Thaden knew how to fight put Tally at ease as they made their way through the forest. Both of these men would keep her safe from whatever was out there, both of them would protect her because she belonged to them now. Not the way a slave or a servant belonged to someone but the way a child belonged to their parents. Neither of them had referred to Tally as their daughter but that’s how she felt. Especially after Rowan had told her that she was going with them to live in their new cottage. She wondered if eventually they would allow her to call them her parents. She hoped so.

Rowan glanced back a couple of times to make sure Tally was doing okay. Tally smiled, told him she was doing fine, then waved her feet back and forth so she could see the sunlight bounce off the shiny leather shoes. Rowan smiled and chuckled then whispered something to Thaden and he laughed too, giving Tally a quick glance. After that, Rowan laid his head against Thaden’s chest and Thaden kissed him again. They sure kiss a lot. Tally thought to herself, but it was nice to see. They must really love each other. Maybe one day, they would love her as much. It would be nice to be loved by somebody. Tally wasn’t sure if Denmari loved her or not but she liked to think that she had. It felt good to be loved.

Tally had dozed off and on in the back of the cart. The bumpy road and jostling of the cart had lulled her to sleep pretty easily. It wasn’t that she was really that tired, at least she wasn’t when they had started out, but there was just nothing to do during the ride. For a while she looked up at the sky and tried to imagine the clouds in animal shapes. Then she watched birds flying around and lighting on trees. After awhile though, all she could see were trees. Many different trees with their colorful leaves of browns, reds, and yellows. They were pretty to look at but very soon they began to bore her as each tree looked identical to the last. With nothing else to do, Tally yawned and closed her eyes and soon she was sound asleep, softly snoring with her head resting against a bag of grain.

Tally had no idea how long she had been asleep but when the cart came to a slow stop and she heard Rowan calling her name, she opened her eyes and slowly sat up, looking groggily around. They had come to a small clearing in the forest, not far off the road, and Rowan was urging her to wake and climb out of the cart as Thaden fed and watered the horse. Rowan helped her down and she stood next to him while he lifted a basket from the cart. She hadn’t seen the basket before because it had been covered by a green and blue, knitted blanket.

Her eyes went wide as she watched Rowan slide the handle of the basket over his arm. He put his finger to his lips, smiled mischievously, then put the folded blanket into Tally’s arms and cocked his head to the side, indicating that she should follow him. Tally nodded, clutching the blanket to her chest, and did as she was told, following behind Rowan. She did her best to keep up with him, her short, tiny, legs hurried through the grass attempting to walk in time with his long, graceful strides. Once she stumbled and almost fell but was Rowan was there, a strong and protective hand reaching out and catching her before she fell.

He steadied her, then took a look back at Thaden and grinned. “Hurry now.” Rowan whispered.

“Yes Sir.” Tally responded automatically.

Rowan frowned and for a moment Tally’s heart stopped. Had she done something wrong? She was instantly calmed though by Rowan’s soothing voice. “You needn’t call me Sir.” Rowan told her. “Rowan is fine or, if you want…” He paused, looking down at her. He touched her sun colored hair and smiled and when he smiled Tally saw something in his eyes that she had never seen from anyone before. Not even Denmari. She couldn’t give it a name but it was something that made her want to cry happy tears and throw herself into his arms. “If you want.” He continued, “You can call me Papa.”

Tally did cry then. She couldn’t help it, the tears just came and she couldn’t stop them. She dropped the blanket then rushed forwards, wrapping her tiny arms around Rowan’s waist and hugging him as tightly as she could. Rowan sat the basket down on the ground and knelt before her, hugging her back. “Why do you cry, little one?”

Tally shook her head. “I don’t know.” She said. Her voice was so soft and light that someone without the sensitive hearing of a vampire probably wouldn’t have heard her at all but she knew that Rowan had heard her because his grip on her tightened and his hand went behind to cradle the back of her head. ” I never…I never thought I’d ever have a real family. No one has ever wanted me before but, you and Mr. Thaden, you’re both so kind…Is this really for real? You really want to be my Papa?”

Rowan smiled at her again and his smile was one of genuine affection. “Yes, it’s really real.” He told her. “Thaden and I both want to be your parents, if you’ll have us. We want you to be our daughter. Would you like that?”

Tally’s eyes widened, and her lower lip trembled. No one had ever extended such a heartfelt offer to her before. All she could do was nod as happy tears continued to fall. “Yes.” She was finally able to speak though her emotions were overflowing and she threw her arms around Rowan, burying her face in his shoulder. “Yes, I would like that.” She squealed, a sound coming from her that was something like a mix of a laugh and a sob. “I would really really like that.” She said.

Rowan stroked Tally’s hair soothingly, his heart was breaking for all the pain this child has had to endure. He never wanted her to feel alone again. He wanted her to live a life where she felt loved and wanted and cared for as any child should. He could give her that, he knew it. That, and so much more. He’d give her the world if he could.

When Tally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of hope and belonging. She had never expected to encounter these two men traveling through the outskirts of Ansonia that day. In all honesty, she was frightened of them when she first saw them but something about the pair had sparked her curiosity and so she followed them. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she needed to know more about them. It was like a tiny voice in the back of her mind was urging her on telling her the two strangers would never harm her. She wanted to ignore the voice at first but the more she ignored it, the more persistent it became. She was glad now that she had listened and not run away. Whoever that voice was, she thanked it with all her heart. It had given her the best advice of her life.

Rowan wiped at Tally’s eyes, then kissed the top of her head. “Come, my little sun flower.” He said, and she giggled at the name. She liked it. Tally picked up the blanket as Rowan retrieved his basket and together they walked further into the clearing, to a spot where the sun broke through the trees and embraced the entire area in her warm light. Rowan sat the basket down then pulled his hood up to shield himself from the sun. Tally hated seeing his face half covered the way it was but she understood the need for it. Rowan was a vampire and exposure to the sun was uncomfortable for him. Tally, on the other hand, adored the sun. She loved the way it warmed her face and lit up the world.

Tally helped Rowan lay the blanket down on the grass and then he sat the basket in the middle of the blanket. Tally’s mouth watered as she watched Rowan taking different foods from the basket and arrange them on the blanket. He had an assortment of fruits and berries, apples, and nuts. There was of course bread and a large chunk of cheese. Rowan unwrapped a small bundle of dried meats and then, to Tally’s utter delight, Rowan lay open a bit of cloth that contained three sweet rolls. She could barely contain her delight when she saw the sweet rolls. She’d seen them in the bakers hut many times but had never had any money to purchase any.

Looking up at Rowan she squealed in delight. “You packed a picnic!”

“I did.” Rowan chuckled. “Are you surprised?”

Tally nodded. She couldn’t wait to dig in. Everything looked so delicious she couldn’t even decide what she wanted to eat first. She had to contain her impulse to devour everything in sight though. Before they could eat anything they had to wait for Thaden, though the wait wasn’t too long. Once he had finished taking care of Shadow dancer, he joined them, carrying the wine skins and a small jug of what Tally was told was cider.

Thaden sat next to Rowan on the blanket then looked over the spread before him. “So, this is what you were up to when you ran off to the market alone.” Thaden gave Rowan a wink.

“I wanted to surprise you both.” Rowan blushed. “I thought a picnic lunch would be a good respite on our journey.”

“Well, it’s a wonderful surprise, my love. And a very appreciated one.” Thaden looked at the spread and honestly, he couldn’t have been anymore pleased with his mate if he tried. It was such a wonderful gesture and after the morning that Rowan had had, Thaden appreciated it all the more. He just couldn’t imagine Rowan, as sick as he had felt, going to the trouble of putting together an entire meal and without help. When Rowan had asked Thaden for some money, Thaden had thought that he wanted to buy something for their new home when they found one, or perhaps something for Tally. Seeing now what Rowan had done, Thaden’s heart swelled with pride.

“I want to be a good mate to you.” Rowan told him. “I want to be a good husband and a good father. I just want to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy.” Thaden smiled as he touched the side of Rowan’s face. “You’ve made me the happiest I have ever been in my life and this…” He waved his hand in front of him, looking from Rowan to Tally, “This family we’ve created means more to me than anything. No matter if we live in a grand Palace or small cottage in a tiny village, as long as we’re together, I’ll be the happiest man in all the world.”

Tally watched the two embrace and kiss and she smiled. She shared Thaden’s feelings because she couldn’t imagine being any happier than she was in that moment. Everything was perfect. Her new family was perfect. It was more than she could ever have wished for.

THE CHILDREN OF TUATHA

If traveling to Ansonia had taught Rowan anything it was that expectations could be deceiving. This was as true of Pickaway village as it was the entire Fae Kingdom. It was odd to think that he’d spent the last nineteen years never knowing that a world outside his own even existed. He knew of the other Kingdoms of course, but he had never imagined they would be anything different from the world he had grown up in. The differences though, were day and night, literally. Where his world had been shrouded in darkness, the world beyond was anything but, and he loved it.

Rowan saw immediately why Thaden had chosen Pickaway village to be their home. They had arrived at the village at dusk. The sun had just began to set as they made their way down the dusty path that led into the village. Large trees towered over them and Rowan realized that the forest grew more dense the further in they went. It was beautiful. Everywhere Rowan looked was lush, green, vegetation. Even in the waning light he could see the beauty of the world around him bursting with life. For miles they traveled, hearing only the sounds of the forest around them. The road narrowed some and once the cart got stuck but Thaden and Rowan were able to release it easily enough.

Tally sat up, leaning over the side of the cart as she looked around her in glorious, childlike, wonder. Soon though the sounds of chirping birds and scurrying animals gave way to music, laughter, and the unmistakable sounds of merry conversation. Rowan could see tiny fire lights burning in the distance and soon he realized that what he was looking at were dozens of lanterns strung up between the trees. It was an amazing sight to behold. The flames of the lanterns danced and cast their shadows on the dwellings around them and, as they drew near to the entrance of the village, Rowan saw a scene of wholesome gaiety unfolding before him.

A small bond fire had been built in the center of the village. Logs had been set around the fire to be used as seats and on them sat many of the villagers, both young and old. A trio of fiddle players were happily strumming a merry song while children and young couples danced to the music. Large men stood talking, mugs of ale in hand, and mothers chased their little ones around as they laughed and played, enjoying the hearty festivities. All around were people in good spirits, eating, drinking, and just enjoying each other’s company. A few looked up as Rowan, Thaden, and Tally approached, but they didn’t seem frightened or even surprised by their presence.

Tally watched them in awe. Her eyes large and mesmerized by all that she saw. “Look.” She whispered to Rowan, pointing her finger at a young girl about Tally’s age who was standing near the fire, eating some kind of fruit that Rowan didn’t recognize. “That girl has wings.” Tally observed. “And she’s so pretty!”

“Yes.” Rowan agreed. “She is very pretty.” Indeed, everyone in this tiny village was beautiful and alluring. Almost unnaturally so. The women were all dressed in bright colors and many wore gold bands on their arms or wrists, as well as necklaces Some even had gold and jewels hanging from their ears. The children were dressed in clothing that was as bright and colorful as their mother’s and sister’s, some of the older children even wearing gold bracelets of their own. Many of the little girls also wore wreaths of colorful flowers on their heads and the small boys wore similar wreaths of leaves and twigs.

The men were tall and broad, many wearing clothes the color of nature such as greens, browns, and red. They had cloaks of fur around their shoulders and completely covering their backs to the point where Rowan couldn’t tell if any of the men had wings, as many of the female villagers had. Not all, but many of the women and young girls had wings of many varieties. Some had wings that resembled those of a butterfly, or moth, some a dragonfly. Others had feathered wings like those of a bird and one woman Rowan noted had bat-like wings. Even with the dark bat wings, the woman was strikingly beautiful, with raven hair and sharp blue eyes.

Like the colors of their clothing, many of the females had brightly colored hair that ranged anywhere from blue or pink, to golden yellow. Others, like the men, had hair that was black as night, brown, red, or silvery white. It was magnificent to behold and Rowan felt as though watching them all dance, and play was like watching a garden of flowers come to life and rejoice in the beauty of the night. He looked up to Thaden and saw that he too was in awe as he watched. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes showed his true reverence for these people.

“They’re amazing.” Rowan whispered to him and Thaden nodded.

“These are the Shee.” Thaden explained. “The last of an ancient race of Fae, descended from the Gods themselves. They are the children of the Tuatha.”

“The Tuatha?” Rowan had heard of them before but he wasn’t that familiar with them. “What are the Tuatha?” He asked.

“The Tuatha were race of immortals that once lived here, on Earth, but before the realms split. They were beautiful, enchanting, and extremely powerful. No one knew the extent of their magic or even if there was a limit to what they could do. Many believed that they were the children of Gods and so had God-like powers. Most of the Tuatha were kind, and benevolent. They wanted to live in peace with the other races and for the most part they did. For thousands of years they did. But then the humans came and I don’t know if it was out of fear or jealousy, but the humans saw the Tuatha as a threat and waged a war against them.

This war went on for ages as the Humans continuously attempted to drive the Tuatha out and claim their lands for their own. Realizing that the fighting would never end, the Tuath called forth a massive storm, destroying most of the human’s ships and leaving many of the Humans dead. When the storm had ended, the Tuatha were gone. They had just vanished. Of course the Humans saw this as a victory and claimed they had defeated the immortal race but many believe that the Tuatha were just sick of the fighting and killing and so chose to leave on their own.

Whatever the reason, the war had caused a rift between the races and so the separate realms were then created, cutting the Humans off from the Fae and other races, and our realm became the realm of shadows, and the memories of our people faded away into myth and legends. Most humans no longer believe that we exist at all, or ever did. We’ve become bedtime stories, tales of fantasy and lore, reduced to nothing more than figments of their imaginations.”

“So, where are the Tuatha now?” Rowan asked, becoming more intrigued with the story.

Thaden shrugged. “No one knows really. There are rumors of course. Some say that they went underground and built a new society there. Others claim that the Gods themselves transported them to a world of magic, and eternal youth, to live in peace and harmony. A paradise to many, like heaven, but only for creatures of magic and mystery. There are claims that some stayed behind or would return to our world from time to time. Some chose to mate with the Fae and their children are the Shee.”

Thaden glanced at the village before them and Rowan saw a hint of sadness cross his handsome features. “This village.” Thaden said, nodding towards the Shee, “This village and the people that inhabit it are the last of that glorious race. They’re the only proof we have that the Tuatha ever existed at all.”

“So sad.” Rowan slipped his hand into Thaden’s as he too looked to the village before them. “Human’s call us monsters, but I think it’s the other way around.”

Thaden nodded. “In some cases, I think you’re right. Not all Human’s are bad though.” He glanced back at Tally. She smiled up at him and he smiled back at her. “I think, given the opportunity, many of them could be our allies. Once they realize that we’re not that very different.”

“I feel that way too.” Rowan admitted. “And not just with Humans. It’s a shame that vampire’s have made enemies of the other races. We’re not all bad but the actions of a few have made us all look like monsters. I blame my father mostly but it’s not just him. The rest of us just followed him blindly when we should have stood up to him and told him what he was doing was wrong.”

“I don’t hold you accountable for your father’s actions.” Thaden told him.

Rowan looked down, guilt washing over him. “Maybe you should.” He said softly. “Maybe, you all should.”

Thaden held Rowan close against him. He wanted to comfort his mate but he didn’t know how. Rowan seemed determined to blame himself for his father’s crimes though Thaden didn’t blame him at all, though he knew that many others would. They couldn’t see past the fact that he was a vampire. They couldn’t see the goodness in his heart the way that Thaden did. They only saw a monster. That thought broke Thaden’s heart because he knew that Rowan was anything but. He just wished that his father and brother could see Rowan the way that he saw him, that they could know how special Rowan was.

With Tally still in the cart and Thaden leading Shadow dancer, he and Rowan walked side by side into the village. The fiddle players stopped and all heads turned in their direction. Mother’s scooped their children up into their arms, keeping them safely away from the strangers entering their village unannounced. From out of the crowd, a man and woman came forward. They were youthful in appearance and like the other villagers, quite beautiful. The woman had long, flowing, golden hair and bright blue eyes and was she dressed in silk robes of bright and vibrant colors.

Her male companion was tall, broad, and heavily muscled. His hair and beard were of a deep, dark, red and his eyes were dark brown. He wore brown slacks and a grey tunic. A fur cloak hung over one shoulder and was secured at his throat with a gold pin. Rowan’s heart leapt into his throat as the couple approached and Thaden squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Greetings, friends.” The man spoke first. He looked over Thaden and Rowan both, sizing them up it seemed, in case they were there to cause any trouble Rowan figured. He and Thaden tried to look as non-confrontational as possible. Though, he wagered that these people had enough magic to protect themselves if need be. “What brings you to our little village?” The man asked.

Thaden took a step forward. “I am Thaden Dacaryn, of Rosegate.” He told the man. He then motioned to Rowan. “This is my mate, Rowan, of Basmorte, and the child in the cart is Tally, a human changeling we’ve taken in.” He offered the man his hand and the man graciously accepted though his eyes never left Rowan’s even as he listened to Thaden introduce them.

“Rowan? Rowan Rochfort?” The woman narrowed her eyes as she spoke Rowan’s surname, eyeing him carefully.

“Dacaryn now.” Rowan corrected her. “I choose to take my husband’s name.”

“But you are Rowan, Prince of Basmorte, son of King Desmond Rochfort, are you not?” The woman questioned, the suspicion clear in her tone.

Rowan sighed. “I was Prince of Basmorte but no longer. I left my father’s house and renounce my title.”

“Renounce?” The woman laughed. “Everyone thinks you dead. I would say you’ve done more than renounce your title.”

“We’ve come here as commoners.” Thaden interjected, sensing Rowan’s discomfort. “King Vorigan has given us his permission to travel through Ansonia. We ask that we be permitted to take up residence here, in Pickaway village, to live among you in peace.”

“We’ve no use for Prince’s in this village.” The man said, folding his arms over his chest. “Nor do we seek to be ruled by monarchy.”

“Good.” Thaden told him. “Because we do not seek to rule anyone. All we want is to live a simple life as common folk. We’ll adhere to the authority of your tribes leader, work and contribute however you wish, if we’re allowed to stay.”

“You, work?” The woman scoffed. “What do you know of work, elven Prince? You’ve lived your life in a palace, catered to by servants. And you, vampire.” She sneered as she looked Rowan over. “Your father’s Kingdom was built on the backs of slaves. How many of those slaves have you, Prince, mistreated, beaten, or fed from? How many have lost their lives merely for your entertainment? You disgust me. Go away from this village. Your kind is not welcome here.”

The woman turned her back to Rowan and began to walk away when Rowan spoke in answer to her question, whether she expected an answer or not, he was not about to let her walk away after the things she had accused him of.

“None.” He told her, head held high, showing not an ounce of shame or fear.

The woman turned back to him, eyebrow raised, as she pursed her lips and stared at him with contempt. “If you expect me to believe that, you’re a fool.” She growled.

“I care not whether you believe me or not.” Rowan told her. “But I speak the truth. I have never mistreated a servant nor slave and I certainly have never fed from any of them. I abhor what my father has done. Why do you think I faked my own death and ran away? I hate my father and all he stands for.”

“Stood for.” The woman corrected with a sneer.

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “What?”

The woman sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “King Desmond of Basmorte is dead.” She told him. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know.”

Rowan shook his head in shock. “I-I swear…I didn’t know…” He stumbled backwards, suddenly feeling light headed and unsteady on his feet. Thaden quickly reached out and grabbed him before he fell but he was already reeling from what he’d just been told. Thaden and the others were talking but their words only sounded like muffled whispers. The world around him slipped in and out of focus, spinning around him as if the entire world had suddenly gone mad. Maybe, he thought, maybe I am one the who is going mad.

His father was dead. King Desmond was dead. Even as the word echoed again and again in his head it didn’t seem real. He didn’t even know if his father’s death was something to mourn or rejoice over. How many times in the past had he wished for his father’s death, whether meaning it or not? How many times had he actually contemplated killing the man himself? His emotions began to spin out of control and he debated with himself whether he should cry or yell, curse the Gods or thank them. In the end, he found himself laughing. Laughing like a mindless fool but he couldn’t contain it. He laughed until there were tears in his eyes.

He realized what he must look like, what the others must think of him, but he didn’t care. His father was dead and, the Gods help him, he was happy about it. He looked up to the heavens and whispered, “Thank you,” before collapsing into Thaden’s arms. He felt himself being lifted up, his body pressed against Thaden as he was carried away. To where he did not know, maybe to the Cart to be laid down against the bags of grain and other goods. He didn’t know nor did he care really. He felt safe and secure in Thaden’s arms and that was all that mattered at the moment. Once again came the thought, my father’s dead, finally, I’m free. Smiling, he closed his eyes, and the darkness closed in around him. The rest was silence.

THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS

Alarmed, Thaden had scooped Rowan up in his arms and held him close to his chest. He looked to the two Shee, the concern and worry evident on his face. Even Tally, as young as she was, could tell that not all was well as she leaned over the side of the cart, distressed, watching the adults.

“I believe the shock was too much for him.” Thaden told the couple, pleading with them for assistance. The woman did not look convinced that Rowan’s ‘fainting’ was anything more than an elaborate act to gain their sympathies. Her male companion on the other hand seemed more considerate of his guest’s unexpected reaction to the news of his father’s death. “He needs a place to rest.” Thaden continued, “Please. He’s with child.”

The man nodded, and motioned for Thaden to follow him into the village. “This way.” He said.

“Asgall!” The woman looked to her companion, anger flashed across her face as she stepped in front of Asgall and placed a hand on his chest. “You can not do this.” She hissed. “This vampire is our enemy.”

“Out of my way, Riona.” He gave her a stern look then gently removed her hand from his chest. “I will not turn away those in need. It is not our way.”

Riona huffed, narrowing her eyes angrily, but stepped aside and allowed Asgall to lead Thaden into the village. Tally had jumped down from the cart and was running at Thaden’s side. Even as the woman, Riona, tried to stop her. Tally only swatted the woman’s hands away and shouted for her to leave her alone.

Asgall led them to a small hut not far from where the festivities had taken place. Once inside, he pointed to a cot sat against the far wall of the hut. “Put him there.” He instructed. Thaden did as he was told, gently laying Rowan’s unconscious body against the cot that, he realized, was remarkably soft. The three of them were followed by Riona who kept a watchful eye over the new comers. Tally sided up against Thaden, staring suspiciously at the woman. Riona had to smirk at that. Such a tiny child, frail and weak looking though the fierceness of her eyes told Riona that the child would fight anyone who might threaten her family.

Riona took a step near Asgall, then leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Once the vampire is awake and well, send them on their way. I beg you. Keeping them here puts our entire village at risk.”

“I disagree.” Asgall put a hand on Riona’s shoulder. His expression was soft and kind as he looked back at her. “I do not believe these strangers mean us any harm. The Gods would not have sent them here if they did.”

“But, Asgall…”

“Trust in the Gods, Riona. These three were sent here for a reason. I can feel it.”

Riona was about to protest further when the door to the hut opened and a woman with lavender hair pushed her way inside. “If the two of you are going to argue, take it outside.” She snapped. Thaden looked at the woman as she approached Rowan’s bedside. He was apprehensive at first but once he looked into her eyes he was filled with a sense of calm that put him right at ease. The lavender haired woman was beautiful and had a youthful appearance, like all the other residents of the village, but Thaden could see the truth of her age behind her silvery eyes. This woman had the benefit of countless centuries of wisdom behind those eyes. She very well could have been older than even Asgall and Riona, which was evident in the way that she scolded them as though they were children.

“My apologies, Peigi.” Asgall bowed to the woman as he spoke. “You are right, of course. We have no business arguing in front of our guests.” He gave Riona a stern look as he said the latter.

Riona huffed, folded her arms over her chest and turned away from him.

“The Vampire Prince, collapsed after receiving some devastating news.” Asgall explained. “I imagine all he needs is rest.”

Peigi cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at Asgall. “Are you a healer?” She asked him, curtly.

Asgall smirked. “No, madam.” He answered her.

“Then let me diagnosis the patient and keep your opinions to yourself.”

Asgall bowed in respect. “Of course, madam.”

Peigi leaned over Rowan and touched his head. She closed her eyes, humming softly to herself, and began to wave her other hand slowly up and down the length of his body. Tally tugged at the hem of Thaden’s shirt and he looked down at her.

“What’s she doing?” Tally whispered.

“She’s a healer, little one. She’s using her magic to make sure Rowan is healthy.” Thaden said, as he smiled down at the child.

“I wouldn’t say the news he’s received is all that devastating.” Peigi said, eyes still closed. “His soul rejoices at the death of the man who has caused him so much pain and suffering. His heart, on the other hand, weeps for those who have been enslaved by the vampire realm. This young man is no enemy to our people, nor is he fully vampire. He is, something…more.” She continued her humming as she moved her hand down to Rowan’s belly and then stopped. Her hand rested there and Thaden saw the hint of a smile grace her pretty features.

“I thought so.” She whispered. Opening her eyes, she turned to Thaden and smiled warmly at him. “The answer to the question you seek is yes. He is indeed carrying your child and you can rest easy, my Prince. The Child is well and healthy.”

Thaden sighed a breath of relief, returning the smile. “Thank you Milady.” He bowed to her, kissing her hand. “Your words are a great joy and relief to me.”

“I am sure they are.” Peigi held Thaden’s hand in hers and gave it a gentle pat. Her eyes shone with kindness and her smile was as radiant as the sun. “As for his ailment, my Prince, fear not. He’s merely fainted. I suspect due in part from the pregnancy and being overwhelmed with emotion. As Asgall, our fearless leader, has stated, he needs rest. That is all.”

Thaden nodded. “Again, thank you.” He reached for his purse but Peigi stopped him with a shake of her head. “Keep your coin.” She told him. “My services are free to all.”

“Then, you have my gratitude.” Thaden told her. “Mine and Rowan’s, I’m sure.”

“Me too.” Tally spoke up, looking to Peigi. “Thank you for helping my Papa.” She grinned up at the woman and Peigi laughed softly.

“You are more than welcome, child.” Peigi touched the top of Tally’s head and sighed. “It is terrible thing for one so young to have suffered so much. The Goddess saw your pain though and led you to find these two men. It has always been her plan for the three of you to be together.”

Tally clung to Thaden’s side and Thaden wrapped a protective arm around her. “Then the Goddess has truly blessed us.” Thaden said. “For this child is a gift and we are extremely grateful to have her.”

A HUMBLE ENTREATY

As Rowan rested, Asgall gave Thaden and Tally a tour of their village. Riona wasn’t happy that Asgall had decided to allow the three strangers to stay but after hearing what Peigi had said about them, Asgall no longer had any doubts that he was doing the right thing. Riona wasn’t as easily convinced. She had never known Peigi to be wrong about anything but Rowan was still a vampire, and vampire’s were the enemy. She would not, however, go against Asgall and so chose to say nothing more on the matter. She refused to let her guard down though. Not for a second. Not until she knew for a fact that Rowan was no danger to her, or her people.

Thaden soon learned that Asgall was the tribal leader, or chief, of the village, as Peigi had said earlier. Riona was his mate and commander of the tribe’s warriors and guards, which consisted of both men and women. Pickaway village had no real gender roles to speak of. Men could be home makers if they so wished, and the women could work or fight. Though they did have a leader, the tribe wasn’t ruled like any Kingdom that Thaden had ever seen. Asgall worked as hard as any other member of the tribe and interacted with them regularly.

The guards and warriors were trained in combat and had weapons but it had been years since they have had to defend themselves. Still, their warriors were not out of practice and were ready to defend their village at a moments notice. As for the rest of the village, it was like most villages that Thaden and Rowan had encountered on their journey. The people lived in quaint little huts or cottages. They hunted, farmed, and fished for their food. There was a small market, a blacksmith, and most other shops that one would expect in a small village. They even had a tavern and a brewery.

Thaden and Asgall sat at a table in the tavern while a young Shee named Moibeal, took Tally to meet some of the other children. Asgall ordered them each a pint of ale, refusing any money when Thaden offered it to him.

“We don’t trade in gold or silver here.” Asgall explained. “We trade in goods and labor. Everyone is expected to work, even the children, and the entire village reaps the benefits of that work. No one is without shelter, no one goes hungry, and no one is denied medical care. As long as they contribute in some way none here will go without. It has been our way for centuries.”

“In what way do the children contribute?” Thaden asked. “You said they work. What work are they expected to do?”

“Whatever they are capable of doing.” Asgall told him. “Of course we expect nothing from infants and toddlers as they are far too young to work, but the older ones chip in when and where they can. In the mornings they help with planting or harvesting, some clean, or help with the washing. Others apprentice with a skilled laborer. When they are old enough, we allow them to choose what profession they want to learn and they are then assigned to a master. At mid day, they cease their work and are then sent off to the school for the remainder of the day.”

“You have a school?” Thaden’s eyes lit up at the idea of a school.

“Oh yes.” Asgall told him. “Educating our young is one of our highest priorities.”

“And this school, do only boys attend or is it open to all genders?”

“Everyone here has the opportunity to learn and be educated. Male, female, and even omegas are allowed to attend school and receive a proper education.”

“You have omegas here?” Thaden leaned forward across the table, his interest piqued more so now than before. He knew that omegas existed within the Far realm but he had only met a handful of them in his entire life and all of them had been females. Rowan was the first male omega he had ever met.

“We have two.” Asgall told him. “A set of twins. One female and one male. A couple of hellions.” Asgall laughed. “But they’re good kids. Just like to get up to mischief.”

“I should like to meet them.” Thaden said. “Rowan too I suspect. He’s never met another omega. It might do him some good to talk with them. I’m sure he has many questions.”

“I could arrange a meeting.” Asgall lifted his mug of ale and gulped down a mouthful. “Neither of them are mated yet, but I’m sure they could still be of help. It must have been hard for your mate, growing up with no one else to talk to. Tell me, how did it come about that a vampire was born omega anyway? I heard that was impossible.”

“Not impossible.” Thaden answered, taking a drink from his own mug. “Just not common. He’s the first in about a thousand years. As far as I know, no one is sure how or why it happened. I suppose, it must have been the will of the Gods.”

“Perhaps so.” Asgall said, watching Thaden thoughtfully. “Whatever the case may be, I’m sure there is a good reason for it. The Gods don’t do anything without just cause. His purpose will be revealed soon I suspect. When the Goddess is ready, that it.”

***

Thaden discovered much about the village in the time he had spent with Asgall, much more than he had known before. The last time he had visited was with his father and Thaden himself had just been a boy. He remembered the beauty of the village though and the tribe. He remembered their kindness and acceptance. That was why he had chosen to return now. If there was any place that he and Rowan could go, any place that would accept an elf with a vampire mate, it was Pickaway village. But, the village and the tribe that lived within, were so much more than he remembered, or even knew.

They lived as a large family and cared about each other greatly. They were not ruled by royalty. They weren’t really ruled at all. More like guided by their chief. Loved, protected, and provided for by every member of the tribe as a whole. Children were not the sole responsibility of their parents. The entire village helped to raise and protect each others children. If someone were injured, or ill, the tribe came together as a community to help them. The village had laws of course, but there was seldom any reason to enforce them. Thaden had never seen such a strong dynamic between any one group of people.

Within this tiny village, there was no poverty, no malice, and no crime. It was truly a paradise. Thaden couldn’t think of a better, more suited, place to raise his children. He smiled as he thought of his children. Not just the child that Rowan carried which, Thaden was extremely excited about, but Tally as well. She was as much his child now as any babe that he had fathered himself, and he loved her as much as he would his natural children. His heart swelled with pride as he thought of little Tally. So strong for one who had suffered so much and yet, the cruelty she had endured had not killed her spirit. She was loving and kind. My daughter. He thought with a smile. What a truly lucky man I am.

Asgall folded his hands behind his back as he and Thaden walked slowly back towards the hut where Rowan was resting. The nights festivities were beginning to come to a close. Thaden had asked about the celebration and was told that they were honoring the Gods of the hunt who had granted them a great bounty, as their recent hunt had yielded enough meat to see them through the winter. Anyone who was skilled with a bow had participated in the hunt and the meat would then be divided equally among each family. The same went for the fruits and vegetables that had been harvested. Grains were turned to flour and the bulk was given to the baker who would supply the village with breads, rolls, cakes, and other baked goods.

Thaden was impressed. If his own Kingdom were ran so smoothly there would be a lot less theft and fighting over land and food. It was a good system but one he knew had taken centuries to perfect. As they walked along, he thought about what life could be like for he and Rowan if they were to put down roots in the small village. Now more than ever, with two children’s futures to think of, he wanted that life. The people here seemed happy. They were content in their lives. They weren’t rich in money nor did they live lavish lives. They worked hard, but they were happy, and that was all that really mattered.

“I’ve been thinking about your request to join us.” Asgall finally said, pulling Thaden out of his thoughts. “If it were up to me, I would say yes right now. I think you and your family would be a good fit here, even your tiny human. But, the final decision is not up to me.”

“Are you not the chief of this tribe?” Thaden asked, a bit confused. “Your word should be law.”

Asgall chuckled some as he turned to look at Thaden. His expression was thoughtful as he looked over the young Prince. “How old are you, my Prince?”

Thaden was surprised by the question but he nevertheless answered it truthfully. “One hundred and fifty two years.”

Asgall snorted. “You yourself are just a child. And your mate, I imagine he is much younger?”

Thaden nodded. “He is nineteen, born just after the great war.”

“I am eight hundred and twenty-three years old.” Asgall told him. “And that is still considered young among those who live in this village. Riona is Seven hundred and ninety-four. Peigi is over one thousand. The twins I spoke of earlier, Una and Filib, children in our eyes, and they are older than you are now. I tell you this not to belittle you but to help you understand our ways. There are members of this tribe who have walked this world long before I had ever come into being. Their wisdom is vast and essential to our way of life.

I was chosen to be chief. It wasn’t handed down, and it wasn’t my birthright. I did not inherit my position. The members of my tribe chose me because I am fair and impartial. I may suggest doing things a certain way or guide our people, but I do not rule them and I never force something on them that they do not agree with. The opinions of my people are important to us all. They are important to how we live and survive and yes, there are arguments and disagreements, but we work through them, fairly. The point is, everyone, old and young, has a say in what happens within this village.”

“So, what your saying is that if the tribe doesn’t want us here, we’ll have to leave, regardless if you agree with them or not?”

Asgall nodded. “That is basically true. Not everyone is going to agree with me. Riona almost certainly will vote against your staying here, but if the majority votes in your favor then there isn’t much she can say. Majority rules here and the final decision is upheld by all. In all my years I have never seen anyone challenge a ruling and I don’t foresee it happening now. As I’ve said before, I believe that the Gods have brought you to us. The final say will be theirs.”

“So, what do we have to do?” Thaden asked. “What’s the next step?”

Asgall thought for a moment. He wanted to be careful in how he went about asking for the tribes permission to allow the newcomers to stay. No one new had been admitted into the tribe in over a hundred years and those who had were brought in through marriage. There was no way for him to know how the others would react but, he knew he had to try.

“I can allow you to stay on a trial basis.” Asgall told him. “I’ll introduce you to the tribe first, let them get a feel for you. After that we can assess your skills and see what jobs would be a good fit for you. Once the tribe has gotten a chance to know the three of you better, say in a weeks time, I’ll call a tribal meeting and we will then vote on it.”

“That sounds fair.” Thaden said. “What about lodgings? Is there an Inn or boarding house we can stay at until a decision has been made?”

Asgall shook his head. “No. We’ve never had a need for Inn’s. We don’t many visitors.” He chuckled a bit. “We do have one or possibly two huts available at the moment. They’re small though. Meant for newly wed couples without children but, if things work out and you are permitted to stay, a larger one can be built.”

“Anything you have will be fine. We’ve been fortunate enough to have rented rooms twice on our journey. The rest of the time we spent camping in the woods so, really, we’re not picky.”

“Excellent.” Asgall gave Thaden a friendly pat on the back. “Let’s see about your lodging now then. After that we’ll go check on your mate. I’m sure he’ll be glad to rest in a place more private.”

“Thank you.” Thaden said, his eyes shone with gratitude. “Your kindness will not be forgotten.”

“It is my pleasure.” Asgall smiled. “I believe that every kindness one sends out will be revisited on them. That is the way of our people. It’s how we’ve survived for so long.”

Thaden nodded in understanding. “If only there were more people in the world who thought the way you and your people do. There would be less suffering if we all learned to work together.”

“Indeed there would. But, your race is young still. Give them time to grow and learn. I believe they can change.”

“You really think so?”

Asgall nodded. “Of course. You’re living proof that change is possible. You, an elven Prince who took as a mate the son of your sworn enemy. If you set a good example for your people they will follow you. So, change is not only possible, it’s inevitable. It just takes time.”

As Asgall led Thaden through the village to one of the empty huts he’d mentioned, Thaden had time to really think on what Asgall had told him. He always knew there was a reason that he was gifted with Rowan as his mate, he just never knew what that reason might be. Now though, he had to wonder. Perhaps the Gods had chosen to pair him with his enemy as a way to broker peace between their two races. Before, Thaden wouldn’t even have known how such a thing could be possible but with the vampire King dead, the idea of peace didn’t seem so far-fetched. Of course, nothing could be changed overnight. As Asgall had said, it would take time. But, at least now it was a possibility.

Asgall turned down the road leading through the center of the village and began to walk the opposite direction of where Rowan was currently resting. Thaden thought to ask if they should get him first before going to see the hut they would be borrowing but then he stopped himself, deciding that Rowan probably needed the rest. Even if he were awake, he might need time to process the news he had been given. No matter what his feelings for his father were, learning of the man’s death had to have come as a shock, leaving him with some conflicting emotions. Thaden figured it would be best to give him the time he needed to adjust and then tell him of Asgall’s plan.

As promised, the hut where Thaden and his little family would be staying was, indeed, quite small. The hut was round with a thatched roof made from straw and other indigenous leaves. The walls were constructed of wattle-sticks and twigs woven together-and coated with clay and mud. It had a wooden door and one window that was cut directly into the wall and then covered with a thick hide that was used to keep out the weather. The interior of the hut was much the same as the outside except, to Thaden’s relief, it had a wooden floor. A fur rug lay in the center of the floor in the main room but, other than the rug, a small table with two chairs, and a small shelf sat against the wall, the room had little else in the way of furniture.

The second room was little more than a large closet and was separated from the main room by a brown curtain. This room also had wood flooring and one tiny window. The only piece of furniture in the room was a box bed and mattress that sat directly on the floor. The mattress had no sheets but two blankets lay, folded, at the foot of the bed. Thaden realized that the bed was barely big enough for two people. If they were allowed to stay at the end of the week, he would talk to Asgall about having another bed built for Tally and, eventually, a cradle for the babe when it was born.

Despite the meager furnishings, Thaden could really see this place being a home. It was small but cozy and something about it just felt right. It was a new beginning for them all, and the true start of their life together as a family. Thaden new without a doubt that Rowan would be as pleased with the dwelling as he was. Even the size wasn’t anything to worry about as Asgall had already mentioned building a larger, more permanent, hut for them if they were permitted to stay. It seemed that everything was falling into place. They’d found their home and it was perfect. He just hoped that the tribe felt the same way and allowed them to join as true members of the Shee tribe.

A MOTHER’S LOVE

Seven years earlier…

It was dark. Always so dark. It seemed as though the sun never shined in Ravenskeep. The sky was always cloudy, and the world looked gray and lifeless. The manor was a dismal place full of bad memories, loneliness, and pain. The only part of the grounds which held any semblance of happiness were the gardens. It was the one thing that Desmond had not destroyed, the one place that, to Lady Ellarian, felt like home.

She supposed, her life wasn’t entirely joyless. Her child, Rowan, was the one thing that had kept her going. He was the only reason that she had not withered away like a flower after the first frost of a coming winter. She loved him more than words could even say and she vowed to protect him from the cruelty of the man who had fathered him. The same man who had imprisoned them both in the manor house. Rowan was both a blessing and a burden because, if it were not for her love of her son, Lady Ellarian would have escaped these wretched lands long ago.

She had once thought of bundling her child up and escaping with him. They could return to her home land and live free of Desmond’s abuse. The thought of going home became like an obsession for her until she could no longer stand it and one night, did attempt to take her babe and flee but, she was quickly caught by the guards who the King had had stationed around the manor and she was brought back to her wicked and vile husband. “Go, if that is what you want.” He told her. “I won’t stop you. But, you will never take that child from me.”

Ellarian was horrified at the thought of leaving her child with the King. Horrified and confused. Desmond hated the child. He’d said so himself and on many occasions. He hated him because of what he was. Not the son that Desmond had wanted so badly, no, Rowan was an omega and to Desmond, an omega was worse than a female, it was an abomination. A great shame and humiliation that Desmond hated so badly that he chose to hide his own child away from the rest of the world rather than face the shame of having fathered the child. He had even gone so far as to try and kill the child after he discovered what the child was. Ellarian of course had begged him not to and so he chose to banish them instead.

Lady Ellarian never tried to escape again after that first time, knowing the King would not be so forgiving a second time. What confused her though was why the King even cared. Maybe it was the idea of having something that he believed belonged to him, no matter how despised it was, taken from him without his consent. Or, maybe it was simply that the council was watching him and he didn’t want to appear weak. It had to be something political because Ellarian refused to believe for one second that he had held any affection towards her or the child. Once, he had claimed to love her, but his love was tainted and cruel and that love fizzled away the moment she had born him an abomination.

So, now, twelves years past the birth of her only child and here she remained, a prisoner in the bleak and depressing halls of Ravenskeep. Moving through the shadows of her beloved garden, barely alive any longer, and mourning the loss of the life she had once loved, Lady Ellarian had all but given into her despair as the darkness began to seep into her very soul. When the first flower began to wither and turn brown, it’s once soft petals crumbling at her touch, she knew that her suffering was coming to an end. Her magic was dying and so too would she as her magic and her life force were entwined.

A somber sort of peace washed over her as she sat on the bench beneath her beloved oak tree and closed her eyes. Though she appeared young, beautiful, and strong, she could feel her body dying. It wouldn’t be long now and she would be free. The thought of death didn’t frighten her as it would many others. She welcomed it. Death wasn’t the end. It was just change. A transition from one form to another and she had already spent far too much time in her current form anyway. Her only regret would be leaving the child behind that she loved so much and had tried so hard to protect and nurture. She could only hope that the lessons she had taught him in his youth would prepare him for the future.

When she opened her eyes again she glanced up and saw him standing in the window of his bedchambers, looking down at her. She smiled at him and he smiled back. His smile was like the sun lighting her world and chasing away the darkness that threatened to swallow her whole. She loved him so but wished that maybe she could have shown it more over the years. Her child was always so happy, so full of life, and she wanted to embrace that life and share in his happiness but she just couldn’t. That light had gone out of her long ago could not be reignited. But still, she loved him. She prayed he knew that and would forgive her one day.

Rowan turned away from the window and disappeared into his rooms, probably getting ready for his evening lessons. He was a good child. A sweet child. She had been blessed in that at least. Despite having a beast for a father, Rowan had grown up good, and kind. Ellarian touched her hand to her heart and smiled again. A tear slipped down her cheek. “You will find happiness one day.” She whispered into the darkness. “The mother Goddess wills it so.”

Present day…

It had been three days since they had arrived in Pickaway village and Rowan, Thaden, and Tally were already settling into life there. Tally started school with the other children her age while Thaden trained with the guard. It was decided that since he had already been trained as a warrior but had never worked as a laborer that fighting and, the protection of the village, was a job best suited for him. The guard also took part in hunts, something that Thaden had done for sport in Rosegate, so his skills with a bow were valued in that area as well.

Rowan’s sheltered life of reading and his basic education made him an ideal educator. His soft, and calming demeanor, as well as his nurturing nature, meant that he would be good with children. The second day in the village he had shadowed one of the woman who taught at the school house and, on the third day, he helped in the nursery. He had to admit, he liked the nursery best of all. He and the other workers were tasked with the care of the tribes children while their parents worked. The children ranged in age from new born to five years. After their fifth birthday they would then be transitioned to the school house to begin their formal education.

Rowan did well working with the children and by the end of the day, he found that he liked the babies most. He was nervous at first, having never held an infant in his life, but his natural omega instincts kicked in almost at once and holding the delicate child in his arms was like second nature. He realized in that moment that this, caring for children, was truly what he had been made for. Each smile, gurgle, or coo brought with it a feeling of hope and happiness that Rowan had never experienced before and, he suddenly couldn’t wait until the day when he would hold his own child in his arms. He knew without a doubt that he and Thaden would love that child more than anything else in the world. Even if it turned out to be an omega.

At the close of the day, when the last child had been picked up and taken home, Rowan said goodnight to his now friend and coworker, Isea, then gathered Tally and the two of them began the walk back to their new, albeit, temporary home. No decision had been made as of yet if they were permitted to stay but most of the tribe seemed so welcoming and at ease around the three newcomers that Rowan would be surprised if they were denied. Living among these people just seemed right, natural, and Rowan loved the village. Even Tally, a human by birth, seemed to fit in well and already had so many friends. She was as much a fascination to them as they were to her and many of the young children wanted to get to know her and ask her questions about being human.

As they walked, Tally gushed about her third day at the school and all the things she’d learned while there. In the mornings she, along with a handful of other children, helped the adults with various tasks around the village. Today they had tended to flowers and gathered nuts in the forests. The work was easy and she didn’t complain. She was happy just to be with the other children, but the high light of her day was when school resumed and she, with the others, flocked to the school house excitedly wondering what today’s lessons would entail. Moibeal, the educator for the younger children, always made her lessons fun and engaging. They played games, did art, and sang songs of their ancestors. Moibeal took the children to the forest and discussed how to speak to the trees and animals.

Tally was ecstatic when a purple butterfly landed on her nose and Moibeal told her that it was a sign that she had a kind and gentle heart. Butterflies tended to surround healers and shamans, and only one with a gentle touch and love in their heart would attract them. Tally glowed as she told Rowan this and he smiled when he saw the joy on her face and the light in her eyes. In just the few days they had been in the village, Tally had really begun to blossom like the beautiful flower that she was. She belonged in Pickaway village as much as any of them did for, even though she were human, there was something magical about her. His little sunflower was a beacon of light and hope, and he loved her more and more each day.

Tally bounced along happily beside Rowan as they walked. He asked her questions about her day and she eagerly answered each of them. They were close to their hut when Rowan stopped, holding out a hand for Tally to stop beside him. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He smiled down at her. “I just see someone I’ve been meaning to speak with.” Tally followed Rowan’s line of sight to an attractive woman sitting on a large rock, painting. Tally had seen her before around the village but she recalled the first time seeing her was the night they had arrived in the village. The woman had long, ebony hair, braided and pulled to one side. She wore a gown of vibrant purple silk and upon her back were bat like wings. She was a sight to behold and one of the few members of the tribe with wings that weren’t insect or bird like.

“Who is she?” Tally whispered.

“I believe her name is Una.” Rowan told her. “She’s also an omega. One of two in the village. The other is her twin brother, Filib.”

“She’s beautiful.” Tally observed. Rowan had to smile at that. There wasn’t a member of the tribe of the Shee that were not remarkably attractive. It was a common trait they all shared.

Rowan approached the woman but she didn’t look up or cease her painting, even as Rowan stood behind her, watching her paint. “It’s stunning.” Rowan said of the painting. “Who is she?”

“An ancestor.” Una told him as she dipped her brush into a bowl of water and then wiped the excess paint off on a rag that lay beside her. Rowan admired Una’s work. It truly was a magnificent piece. The woman portrayed in the portrait was beautiful in a way that transcended anything earthly. Her flesh was alabaster white, and her lips were as red as blood. Silken and shimmering, sable hair framed her face and her eyes were a bright, cobalt, blue.

The back ground of the painting depicted countless ravens in circled flight amidst a midnight sky with a full moon shining high above. It was breathtakingly gorgeous but what really stood out to Rowan was the expression on the woman’s face. She seemed sad, lost almost, and on the verge of tears. Rowan wondered why Una had painted such a somber expression on one so lovely.

“She looks so sad.” Rowan said, his voice barely above a whisper as he studied the haunted look in the woman’s eyes. “I fear she has suffered much in her day.”

“Aye, she has.” Una turned then and looked up at him. “She had lost much to the cruelty of humans. Her lover, her children, and her home. In the beginning, she wanted nothing more than to live in peace with the humans. She was benevolent and wise but the years of oppression and loss had turned her soul dark. She sought revenge for what had been done to her and love and kindness turned to bitter hate. She became a fearsome creature of wrath, punishing the wicked for their crimes, and caused strife and terror. She became the mother of vengeance and war, always with one wing dipped in blood and her sword a sharp reminder not to cross her or her children.”

“That’s terrible.” Rowan felt tears sting his eyes as he stared at the painting. He could almost feel the woman staring back at him, judging him for allowing the suffering of so many at his father’s hands. But there was something else there too. He thought for a split second that he saw pity in her eyes. Did she see his own suffering too? Did she understand his pain? He wanted so to reach out and touch her, take her in his arms and hug her, but he knew it was only a painting he was staring at and not the actual person. Still, there was something so familiar in the way she looked, the expression on her face, he knew he had seen it somewhere before.

“She looks…familiar.” Rowan said. “Like a memory from a dream I had once, long ago. What was her name?”

“She is the Morrigu of the Tuatha.” Una told him. “The mother of the dark Shee, demons, vampires…she is mother to us all.”

“Mother…” Rowan whispered, tears spilling down his cheeks as he held a hand over his heart. “She reminds me of my mother…somehow. The same raven hair. The same sad expression.”

Una shrugged. “Morrigu spawned the vampire race when she mated a demon. I don’t know much about the vampire Queen, only that she died many years ago, but Morrigu would be her ancestor too, as well as yours.”

“My mother was kind.” Rowan spoke softly. His eyes cast down to the ground as he called up old memories of the woman who had given him life and then left when he was just a boy. “She was nothing like my father. I was twelve when she passed but I remember her. Her beauty, her sorrow, and her love. I know she loved me but she was always so sad, so lost, that at times it was hard for her to show her emotions. She liked her solitude and would often walk the gardens alone at night. I loved her more than anything in this world but, there was something broken in her. I’m sure it was my father’s doing.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Una said, gently touching Rowan’s hand. “I’m sorry that your mother had to live a life full of such sorrow but, perhaps, she is happier now, away from the King. I’m sure she watches over you regardless. Those who leave us aren’t really ever gone, they just change form. If you allow your mind to be open to the world around you, you’ll feel her spirit near you. I’m sure of it.”

“That’s a beautiful way to look at death.” Rowan smiled softly. “And, I do feel her near sometimes. I feel her presence all around me. In the moon above. In the flowers and the trees. I believe she’s part of nature now. She loved nature, it makes sense that in death she would become a part of what she loved so much.”

“There is beauty in everything and all around us, even in death. You just have to be open and allow yourself to see it.” Una brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she stood up. Reaching out, she clasped Rowan’s hands in hers, and gave him a warm, friendly smile. “What was your mother’s name? I will mention her in my nightly prayers to the Goddess.”

“Ellarian.” Rowan told her, returning the smile. “Her name was Ellarian.”

Una suddenly let go of Rowan’s hands, the smile that once lit up her face was now replaced with a frown. Her brows knit and her eyes narrowed. Rowan watched the change in her demeanor with concern and confusion. She was trembling and for some reason seemed upset.

“Ellarian?” She asked, repeating the name that Rowan had just given her. “Lady Ellarian Morgeiros?”

“Morgeiros was her maiden name.” Rowan answered, growing more confused by the minute. Una had claimed not to have known anything about his mother, so how is it that she knew her name before marrying King Desmond?

Una gasped at this revelation. She turned away, placing her hand over her heart and whispered, “It can not be.”

“What is is?” Rowan asked, now feeling slightly alarmed at her reaction. He pulled Tally close to him, protectively. His heart was racing now. Had he said something wrong? Were they going to send him away now, or worse? A million thoughts began to flood his mind as he tried to figure out just what he had done or said that was so bad. “Una, what’s wrong? Please tell me. Have I offended you or your people somehow?”

Una turned to look at him, forcing a smile though Rowan could see through it. She looked almost…scared. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” Una told him. “Trust me, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then what…”

Una put up her hand to stop him, shaking her head. “Take your little one home and try not to worry. You’ll be fine. I just…I have to go. You’re fine.” She gave Rowan’s hand a gentle squeeze before hurrying away from him and back towards the center of the village. She was in such a rush to get away that she didn’t even bother to gather up her painting or supplies instead, leaving them behind with Rowan and Tally.

Rowan looked down at his daughter and he could see the fear in her eyes as she pressed herself against his leg. “Come.” He told her. “All will be well.”

She nodded and then the two hurried back to their own hut, neither of them having any idea what had just happened. The entire situation was just odd. As soon as they returned, Rowan would speak to Thaden about what had happened. Perhaps he would have some idea of what had made Una so anxious.

***

Thaden listened carefully as Rowan explained his encounter with Una. Finally, when Rowan was done, Thaden stood up and crossed the room as he processed all he had just been told.

“Do you know why the mention of my mother’s name would have upset Una so?” Rowan asked.

Thaden rubbed at the back of his neck, nervously. In truth, he was as baffled as Rowan was. Desmond was a much more powerful, more ruthless, and dangerous vampire, so why would knowing who Rowan’s mother was cause Una to be afraid? He had no idea what it meant. Ellarian was dead, even if there were something to fear from her, it no longer mattered.

“I honestly do not know.” Thaden said. He turned to look at Rowan and he could see the concern in his mate’s eyes. “I don’t think it’s anything really to be concerned about. Whatever your parents did, or did not do, it doesn’t reflect on you. You can’t be held accountable for their actions.”

“Can’t I?” Rowan sighed, looking to the floor. “I feel like I’ll always be living in my father’s shadow, being judged and scrutinized because of him.”

“He’s one man, Rowan. And you are a far better man than he ever was. Once people get to know you, they’ll see that, as I do now.” Thaden put his arms on Rowan’s shoulders and squeezed gently.

Rowan touched Thaden’s hand and tried to force a smile. He was about to speak again when they heard a soft knocking at the door. Rowan looked to Thaden questioningly but Thaden only shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll get it.” Thaden told him. “Stay here.”

Rowan nodded as Thaden left his side then crossed the room to the door. They were both surprised to see Asgall standing on their door step.

“Asgall, welcome.” Thaden extended his hand to the other man as he stepped into the main room of the house.

“Thank you.” Asgall shook Thaden’s hand then took a moment to look around the small hut. Nothing much had changed. Thaden had purchased a third chair for Tally to use, the kitchen was stocked with the supplies they had brought with them, and there were a few smaller, personal affects around, but that was about it. Still, the hut had a much more lived in feel to it.

“How are the three of you settling in?”Asgall asked them.

“Just fine.” Thaden told him. “Both Rowan and I seem to be doing well in our new positions and Tally loves her school. Her instructors say she’s doing quite well. She’ll be caught up with the other children her age in no time at all.”

“That’s good.” Asgall said. “I’m glad to hear it.” He walked over to the empty chair next to Rowan and sat down. Thaden joined them at the small table, sitting across from Asgall. Tally was sitting on the floor playing with a new doll that Rowan had made for her. She was so engaged in her playing that she barely noticed the three adults in the room. Asgall watched her, curiously. Her time spent with Thaden and Rowan had allowed the child to come out in her. She had time now to play and learn as a child should without the burden of trying to survive alone.

“It’s her first real toy.” Rowan explained when he saw Asgall watching the child. “Anything she’d had in the past she made herself with sticks and mud.”

“I’m happy to see her playing.” Asgall remarked. “Children are precious. They need guidance and structure but they also need the time and freedom to be children.”

“Yes.” Thaden agreed. “I fear her time on her own left little opportunity for her to just relax and have fun.”

“And that is a real shame.” Asgall said.”Children who aren’t free to develop their imaginations do not thrive in our world. She is truly blessed to have found you both.”

“We’re the one’s who are blessed.” Thaden smiled, touching Rowan’s hand. “Twice blessed.”

“Ah yes.” Asgall smiled looking over at Rowan. “There is nothing more exciting than the birth of one’s child. Tell me, how are you fairing? I trust your health is good?”

Rowan nodded. “I could live without the nausea and mood swings but other than that, I am doing quite well.”

“Good, good.” Asgall leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard as he thought about how to broach the subject of his visit to the couple.

“Forgive me.” Rowan was suddenly on his feet, his face bright red with embarrassment. “I haven’t offered you any refreshments.” He said as he moved away from the table. “Would tea be alright? We really don’t have much else at the moment.”

“It’s not necessary.” Asgall told him. “Please, sit. There is something important that we need to discuss.”

Rowan took his seat again, unease growing as his heart began to race. The conversation that he had had with Una came back to him now and he searched for any indication, any recollection, that he had said something wrong. Thaden looked tense as well. Rowan could see the stress reflected in his eyes. Were they about to be thrown out? Was this the end of their plans to have a happy life in the Shee village? Rowan knew he would never forgive himself if he were the cause of his family being cast out. Where would they go from here? What would they do? Rowan’s future suddenly seemed so uncertain as he waited for the blow to come. A lump formed in his throat and he had to choke back the tears.

“Asgall, what’s wrong?” Thaden was the one to speak first. He watched Asgall closely, assessing the man’s features as he attempted to gauge his emotions. Asgall didn’t seem angry but both Rowan and Thaden could tell that there was something weighing on him heavily. His shoulders drooped and he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. “Please, tell us.” Thaden persisted. “Have we done something wrong? Have we broken some rule?”

“No.” Asgall was quick to clarify. “It’s nothing like that. You aren’t in any trouble, so please, do not worry yourselves about that.”

“Then what is it?” Thaden asked, his voice soft and gentle yet thick with concern, despite Asgall’s reassurances.

“This isn’t an easy subject to bring up.” Asgall began. “It pertains to a darker part of our past, a part that I am not particularly proud of.”

“Does it have anything to do with what Una and I discussed earlier?” Rowan asked, the lump in his throat growing tighter.

Asgall nodded. “It does, I’m afraid. And, it’s not going to be easy for you to hear as it involves your parents.”

Rowan sucked in a deep breath, straightened himself in his chair and braced himself for whatever news was about to come. “I can handle it.” Rowan told him. “I need to know the truth.”

Asgall nodded with a heavy sigh. “Then, perhaps you should put on a kettle.” He told him. “We have much to talk about.”