The Fae Queen – Part 2: Until Daybreak

The Queen's discipline was a night-long enchantment. She set him tasks beneath the oaks and watched them done. She made him carry water in a wooden cup without spilling a drop. She made him kneel at the foot of the willow throne while she told him, in a low silvery murmur, what she expected of mortals who trespassed. She corrected every slip with a touch of her cool hand under his jaw. She never raised her voice, and the whole hollow seemed to lean in to listen. Everything was exact, ceremonial and kind in its severity.

Every half hour: "Does the mortal wish to continue?" "I do, Majesty." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

The fairy lights glimmered. Mist rose off the moss. He had never felt so safe in his life.

At five, a single thrush sang.

"Daybreak," said Seraphine, softly.

It was the word they had made. The crown of silver leaves came off, and the green gown puddled round her on the moss. She sat beside him in her old jumper, put her cloak round his shoulders and poured steaming tea from a flask.

"How are you?"

"Bewitched," said Rowan, with a slow smile. "And rested. How is that possible?"

"Magic." She kissed his forehead. "You were the best mortal the Hollow has ever had."

"Will the Queen require me again?"

"The Hollow Court meets at midsummer." She smiled. "There is a long and stern list of enchantments."

"I'll learn the oaths," said Rowan, and the sun came up through the oak leaves.

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