Further Tales of Faygaea

by Donald White

  Hayden grew irritated. “You did not give yourself to me. You gave yourself for them.”

  “Perhaps, but we are still bound together.” She cocked her head to the side. “Is this not what you wanted?”

  He muttered, “I curse the very day I wanted an elf.” He regained his composure. “It is what I have.”

  She crawled towards him on her hands and knees. “Do I not please you?”

  The youth assured, “Beyond my ability to endure…” He thought about what Tristan had said, “Can I accept this?”

  Lady Persephone peered up at him.

  He struggled against her gaze.

  The elf reached her long fingers towards his trousers.

  “No.” He backed out of reach.

  She chuckled, grasping at the air.

  Hayden announced, “After dinner, I wish for you to join me in the garden.”

  Lady Persephone smiled, “Very well.”

  There was a knock at the door and a voice outside informing them dinner was served.

  ***

  After the meal, Prince Hayden slipped out to the garden. After a few moments, he could sense someone approaching from behind.

  Lady Persephone spoke, “I am here.”

  He gestured towards a stone bench. “Sit with me.”

  “Very well.” She sat down next to him.

  The youth fidgeted nervously.

  Lady Persephone focused on him. “Speak, human. Tell me what you wish.”

  Hayden gave a sigh, bowing his head. “I desire you, Milady. More than anything else…”

  She nodded, “I know.”

  The young prince shook his head in frustration. “Do you feel nothing?”

  “Foolish human, I feel everything.”

  He asked, “What are your feelings concerning me?”

  “I am your prize.”

  The youth turned away. “What if you could be more?”

  Cocking her head to the side, Lady Persephone asked, “More to you?”

  Hayden nodded.

  Lady Persephone grinned. “You cower from me and yet you desire me? And what more could I be, little prince?”

  He stood up, clenching his fists against his sides.

  She stared calmly up at him.

  Hayden bit his lip and knelt down before her. “Marry me, Milady.”

  She frowned, studying him. “Marry you? I am yours, human. What shall marriage avail you?”

  The youth trembled before her. “I am overwhelmed, Milady. Your beauty haunts me. I desire nothing more than to be with you. And yet, I fear it! My lust will be the death of me. But I cannot deny what I feel. If we are to be together, then let us be together. You said the covenant must be fulfilled. Then, let us fulfill it in love!”

  “Very well, human, I have foreseen this. If you truly love me, then you will grant me one wish.”

  “Anything, my love! Oh, cruel mistress, do not turn away from me. Only speak the word and it shall be done.”

  She stood up, looming over him. “I will marry you, little prince. But you must never again speak of my little ones.”

  He paused for a moment, sensing that what he was about to agree to was of great importance. The youth wrestled within, She has asked it of me. My love has made a request, and I must grant it. If I do, then she will marry me. I am overcome with trepidation. It seems such a simple thing. And yet, what happens if I fail? He peered up at her, searching the meaning of this request. But he already knew. Can I accept this? Will her heart be forever with them? No, I must do it. I can bear the shame no longer. If we wed, then she is no longer my prize. She will be my love. He looked up at her. “If you will marry me, Milady, I will never again speak of your little ones.”

  She favored him with a nod, holding out her hand for him to kiss. “Very well, little prince, I shall marry you.”

  ***

  The wedding of Prince Hayden and Lady Persephone was a regal affair. Wealthy citizens came from all over Androtopia to celebrate their nuptials. For over a week before the ceremony, Andropolis was alive with excitement over the impending event. There were feasts and dancing, with well-wishers crowding the streets as His Highness rode through with his future bride.

  Citizens were elated at the prospect of Lady Persephone as their future queen. She was wise and beautiful, graceful with a haughtiness that was both vexing and humbling. But it only drew them to her all the more.

  When the time came to determine who would be present from the bride’s family, the humans were surprised to learn that her family would not be represented. Androtopian scholars pointed out that, since elves are eternal, there are no generations. Hence, the concept of family would not be the same.

  King Thaddeus and Queen Melanie gave their blessings to the new couple. Prince Hayden was excited, but managed to retain his composure. Finally, his shame would be lifted. Very few knew the true story of how he had met Lady Persephone. But even if they knew, somehow the marriage would serve to ameliorate attitudes and assuage concerns.

  The elf was aloof and reserved, as usual. She thanked them all for being present, encouraging sobriety and exhorting them to eschew overindulgence. Overcome, many would bow down before her and she would favor them with a kiss on the forehead.

  Her gown was simple, yet elegant: emerald green like her eyes, and lacking a train. Her lustrous black hair was fastened with a green ribbon and a wreath of flowers adorned her head.

  Prince Hayden was clothed in his best fineries. Golden rings were on his fingers and he wore his ruby necklace.

  The priest was human, and Lady Persephone was content for him to perform the ceremony according to their customs. This also was a cause of wonderment and downright perplexity that the elf did not have her own desires as to the nature of the proceedings. The scholars once more pointed out that Lady Persephone was of a people that often condescend to others in the interest of peace.

  The man and elf were married before the eyes of Androtopia. The citizens welcomed their future queen with open arms. And she acknowledged their acceptance, and gave her blessings.

  Happiness spread throughout the kingdom. The people rejoiced and the celebration continued for days afterward. For their prince had won an elf: a greater nymph. She would teach them wisdom and they would be enthralled by her beauty. It was agreed throughout the land that Prince Hayden had won the greatest prize of all.

  Chapter 5: “To Earn the Love”

  As time went by, Hayden lavished his affections on his wife. Though, he grew frustrated when she would refuse his gifts. Lady Persephone had no desire for jewelry and would accept only the simplest of gowns. The elf could not be enticed by shoes, bags or all manner of opulence. What she liked most was a stroll through the garden and her husband was eager to comply.

  One evening, as they walked along, Prince Hayden asked, “My love?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you happy?”

  She looked at him. “I am yours.”

  He shook his head. “You do not belong to me. You are my wife. We belong together.”

  The elf nodded. “We are together.”

  Hayden winced. “Is there nothing I can do to make you happy?”

  “You know what grieves my heart, though you dare not say it.”

  The young man gave a look of understanding. “You miss… your people.”

  She stared at him, and then nodded.

  He stifled a growl, closed his eyes and replied, “You should go to them.”

  The elf shook her head. “I am yours.”

  “Worry not. You will go to visit them and I shall await your return.”

  She stopped, and peered deeply into his eyes. “This is your will, my husband?”

  He trembled slightly, and then nodded.

  Lady Persephone surprised him with a smile. “Very well. And when shall I return?”

  Prince Hayden looked up into the sky. “Come back again, my love, when the moon is full.”

  Her hand shot out, wrapping around the back of hi
s neck.

  The man’s eyes went wide as she pulled him towards her.

  She kissed him deeply and then let go.

  Prince Hayden stumbled backward, just staring at her.

  She assured, “Be at peace, husband. I thank you for your gift. I shall depart on the morrow and return when the moon is full. You desired my happiness and I believe you have discovered the means of restoring it.”

  He smiled and nodded. “Enjoy your visit, my love.”

  Lady Persephone eyed him carefully. “And what can I do for you, my husband?”

  The prince’s eyes went wide as she grabbed him by the shoulders, guiding him to the ground. He could see that look in her eyes as of a feline about to devour its prey. The young man grew afraid.

  She placed a finger over his lips and removed her clothing.

  Hayden shuddered as she stripped him down.

  Lady Persephone grinned, leaning over him. “I shall not devour you, my husband. Instead I wish to show you my gratitude.”

  Hayden closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. But instead, the sensations were pleasurable! He opened his eyes and watched, as with the same feline grace, she stimulated him. He shuddered again, but this time from excitement. The man shook all over, sweating profusely. Though the great cat was upon him, it had not come to feed… it was here to play.

  ***

  The Prince of Androtopia sat, staring out the window. He thought, She is gone. Though he knew she would return, her absence had left him feeling empty. One of his hunters had been tasked with delivering the elf to her people. Hayden could not bear to ride out there with them.

  Frustration was building within. She vexes me constantly, yet I long for her presence. To be apart is almost more than I can bear. He wondered at his predicament. Though she hurts me, I still want her. I wish to be with her knowing that she will mock me, and her heart will ever be kept out of my reach.

  He longed for the full moon, when she would return. What is this desire that dwells within my breast? And why can I not reside within hers? I have traded possession for love. Can she not see that? My claim upon her, I have relinquished. And yet, she clings to a covenant instead of our union!

  Can she truly love only them? Is there no place for me… her husband? He winced every time she spoke that word. Lady Persephone followed the arrangement to the letter, but there was no warmth. Tristan had explained this to him: elves refer to humans as ‘Those of the Burning Blood.’ Elves are cool to the touch, but humans are warm.

  Prince Hayen scowled. I know she can love. But she does not love me. He buried his face in his hands. Lady Persephone, I would give you anything! You have but to ask. And there is but one thing that I wish for in return: your love. You love them! Love me, as well. I will endure any trial; suffer agony beyond comprehension, if your heart would shine upon me.

  He remembered that she had shown him her gratitude. And then, she left me. How can she be so cruel? I have given her everything! He thought about his elfin bride among her own people. A pleasant smile on her face: the surest sign of her happiness. He had seen that smile as she rode away. Can you find happiness only when we are apart?

  Fighting back the tears, he stared out the window once more. Andropolis was out there. It was his city. And he was the future king of Androtopia. My father’s kingdom will one day be mine. He must learn to rule. Hayden thought about what his father had said, “Do what is right, and you will rule well. Do ill, and it shall come back upon your head.” But surely his father had made mistakes.

  He remembered something else his father had told him, “A king rules by the will of the people.” What did the people think of him? He had their respect, but did he have their love? Maybe it was not required. He needed their fear and craved the esteem. But their love came with a price, one he would not pay. If they loved him, he must love them back; which would mean giving them what they wanted.

  Why should they have what they desire, and my wishes go unfulfilled? They have what they need. It is enough. And beyond that, the people get what they earn. I should have what I want. It is my privilege as their leader.

  The prince chagrined. What he wanted could not be taken. He had tried to get it by means of enticement. But she could not be seduced. But maybe when she returns, the elf will be grateful. And milady will smile upon me. His countenance darkened. What if she refuses me?

  He smirked. I know that which my wife desires. If she rejects me, it can be taken from her. The young man grew morose. Please milady, do not force me to be unkind. Your people and I can share your love. Enjoy your time with them, but bring a part of your heart home to me. That is all I ask.

  Prince Hayden watched as the sun dipped past the horizon. Yes, my beloved. That is all I wish of you. To be loved, even as I love. To delight in your coolness as you bask in my warmth. It need not burn you, milady. It need not burn you.

  ***

  At dinner that evening, Prince Hayden stared at the empty chair next to him.

  Queen Melanie noticed. She called a servant in and bade them remove the vacant seat.

  The prince gave a frown.

  His mother stated, “You long to see her again, and you shall. But now, you must eat to keep up your strength.”

  Her son shook his head, wearily. “Yes, mother.”

  King Thaddeus spoke, “Maybe you should come with me tomorrow. I journey to the city of Harnow, where a statue has been built and will be dedicated in my honor. Such a trip should serve to distract you.”

  Prince Hayden thought for a moment. “I could use a distraction. Very well, I will go with you.”

  His father beamed. “Excellent. We will leave in the morning and return just before the full moon.” His eyes twinkled at that.

  The son chuckled. “Will mother be joining us, as well?”

  Queen Melanie replied, “Dedication ceremonies are such a bore. No, I will remain here. Besides, it will give you time together. Maybe you could go hunting!”

  It dawned on the prince that he had not gone hunting since the day he had taken Lady Persephone. “Yes, of course. I would like that.”

  King Thaddeus grinned. “It is settled, then. Now eat, son. Or you will be in no condition to accompany me.”

  ***

  The next morning, Prince Hayden sent for his friends Ernest and Tristan. Together, they joined the king’s entourage and set out for the city of Harnow. Riding next to his father, the prince felt stronger somehow. He mused within, Just being near him, I can feel the power he wields. Look at all these guards and attendants. If he spoke the word, a man’s life could be taken without question. One day, I will be the one with such power.

  King Thaddeus smiled over at him. “Many a hard journey awaits you, Hayden. But you will make them. You will make them for love of your people. There are times when a king must be hard, and there are other times when he must be soft. You must love, and then it will be returned.” He pointed at his son. “They look to you for leadership. Be their leader.”

  “Yes, father. But how do you know when to inspire fear and when to invoke their love?”

  “My son, you will know that when you know the people. If they are obedient, you praise them. If they complain, you hear them, but do what is wise. If they rebel, you punish them. But once the rebellion has been crushed, you build them up again. Like children, you do not give them what they want, but what is best. The people of Harnow have shown great honor in erecting a statue of me. I go now to show my appreciation and to praise them for their endeavors.”

  The prince asked, “Will you not be obligated to them?”

  King Thaddeus shook his head. “They will be praised for what they have done. But I am not in their debt.”

  Prince Hayden nodded. “There is much to learn.”

  His father agreed, “Time is short, Hayden. Take heed to my example. Do what I do. Your tutors have instructed you in many things. But some lessons are learned through experience.”

  “I will follow you, father. Teach me to lead our pe
ople.”

  The king assured, “I will.”

  ***

  A few days later, they reached the city of Harnow. The people rejoiced at their coming, crowding the streets as they passed by. Some asked the prince where Lady Persephone was. He explained that she was off visiting her people.

  King Thaddeus greeted the citizens of Harnow, thanking them for the warm welcome. “We are grateful to come before you all and to see this fair city. It is a treasure among the many riches of our kingdom.”

  Speeches were given and ceremonies held. The great statue was unveiled and the King of Androtopia was pleased. It depicted him on his horse, bearing a regal aspect.

  Hayden stood in awe, wondering, Will they make such a statue in my likeness one day? There were paintings of him throughout the kingdom. And the members of the royal family had each been carved in stone. But this is majestic! It stands alone as a symbol of my father’s legacy. Maybe one day I will merit such esteem.

  And then, he could hear her melodious voice scolding him for his vainglory. “Foolish husband, do not be so proud as to love images of yourself.” He gave a sigh and took on an expression of piety. Even when she is not present, I am scolded.

  They visited city leaders and enjoyed many feasts in their honor. The food was good and the entertainment was varied: from musicians, to singers, to dramatists and dancers. Each gave their best performance in honor of their king.

  His friend Ernest indulged in the wine and the women all around. Tristan was content to peruse the city library and especially the star charts and maps found therein.

  King Thaddeus took his son hunting. They chased the stag down and killed it. The king summoned his attendants to prepare the meat to be cooked. And a chef was called for, the best in the city. He cooked large steaming pieces of venison, and even made a stew to be served with it.

  That night, Prince Hayden chanced to see the moon’s approaching fullness. And the gaiety gave way to anxiety. The distraction of the last several days had not been enough. He could envision her return: those slender limbs and the way she moved so gracefully. The disdainful look in those bright green eyes could bring him to shame. And when she spoke, her tone was as lovely as her form. His heart filled with longing and he began to obsess over her once more.