Daughter of the Fae

“Goodfellow.” He spoke softly, as though not to waking the sleeping infant in his arms, and turned to look at the most trusted member of his court. Almost instantly, the man he called for was beside him. “Majesty?” Goodfellow asked, almost hesitantly. “Take her, hide her.” Oberon answered, carefully placing the tiny girl into the arms of his friend and servant. “She must never be found.” He added softly as he stared at the child. “Her mother?” Goodfellow started to ask, but the words died on his lips as he saw a heartbroken look pass over Oberon’s face. “I’m so sorry, Sir, I wish there had been something I could do.” “You can help me now, Robin, by protecting her.” Robin Goodfellow, usually known for being loud and mischievous, pulled himself to his full height and bowed his head slightly and in a solemn voice responded, “I will hide her well, Sir, and keep constant watch over her.” Oberon nodded his head once before turning away from the pair and slowly making his way back towards the party his court had thrown for the visiting Winter court, to celebrate the changing of seasons. Carefully, he morphed his expression into one of indifference and walked into themassive thrown room with a silent prayer that his friend would fulfill his promise.