"My Queen, you have a visitor," Fae Queen Maeve’s handmaiden announced with her head lowered in courtesy.
Queen Maeve lifted her face from the mirror, looking out through the open window, her brow raised questioningly, "This late? I am about to go to bed. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?"
"I believe it’s urgent and there might not be another opportunity like this one. She wants to meet you now, my queen."
"Hmmmm," The Queen hummed before waving to the servants who had been removing the ornament in her braided hair and dressing her up for the night to leave, "Bring her in." She ordered.
Her handmaiden retreated, but not without bowing her head, only to return moments later with a Fae who wore a cloak, concealing her identity.
"My Queen, here she is," The maiden announced, gesturing to a figure who stepped out from behind her and came to kneel before the Queen.
"Your majesty, it is I, your loyal servant," The Fae said, finally lowering the hood to reveal a familiar face.
The Fae was no other than Rosalind and the Queen rose from her seat, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"My child," Queen Maeve came over and helped Rosalind up to her feet, her eyes filled with adoration, "It has been a while indeed. Tell me how have you been?"
Rosalind answered, "This humble servant is doing fine and now she comes bearing good news."
"That is good to hear."
Queen Maeve’s lips curled up in delight and she signaled with her gaze to her handmaiden to get them refreshment. The Fae Queen should have entertained Rosalind in the receiving room or in an outdoor setting, but she couldn’t expose her, after all, the Fae was a spy she planted at Aldric’s side.
"Come sit, child," The Queen took a seat, permitting Rosalind to sit across from her, "Now tell me all that is to know. What has that brat been up to since his return?" Queen Maeve leaned towards the round table between them, eager to get the information she needed just as her handmaiden arrived and served the tea.
"Thank you, my Queen," Rosalind took a sip before lowering the teacup, covering it with the saucer. She straightened in her seat, placing her hands on the table with her fingers intertwined, and said, "The prince has not done much, I’m afraid, although he’s quite secretive and even I can’t read his intentions until he’s done it."
"I understand, you, child, men are...." Queen Maeve said while stroking her hair and thinking of the word for it, "Unpredictable." She smiled with no sincerity in her eyes, "However, you should know one or two of his antics, right?"
"None, my queen. Even as a bed companion, Prince Aldric hardly discusses anything with me. I’ve never seen a Fae more paranoid than him. I’m ashamed to say this but he’s hard to win over and there’s only a few things I can do without being found suspicious. " Rosalind shook her head sadly and the light in Queen Maeve’s eyes vanished, the warmth leaving the room as well. Rosalind shuddered at the swift change in her demeanor.
"Then why have you summoned me, child?" She asked grimly, a tick in her jaw, evidence of her holding back the anger.
Rosalind looked at the Queen hoping to have left her impressed, but she was frowning instead.
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