Fate, My Elementals & I (Breaking Borders)

A Queen who serves

*** Evony Pov ***

She straightened up and stopped her whimpering on Addanon's shoulder to look at me. Blinking those earthly eyes at me. She seems quite aware of what she is, but a little confused as to why I know.

"Show yourself little one, no one here will harm you, it's alright," I promised her. Addy and Dev looked on curiously, Cannon with an understanding that made me wonder how he always knew, as she shimmied down Addy to the floor to step closer to me.

"He was sad every time they took me to him. The bad man used to kick him. When I tell him to stop being mean, he would s***k me and put me back in the pink room. I don't like pink," she started telling me, as she made a few steps closer, looking at Bren.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. Why did they keep taking you to him?" I asked.

"They wanted to know if I, a queen, but, I told the bad man I is Princess Willow. A tree princess," she announced, along with completing her transformation into her true self.

"Well, hello there, princess," I stretched out my arms. She willingly came, her Fatum core recognizing it's queen, made her bow her head slightly before letting me carry her.

"You feel like a Mommy, in here...." pointing to the center of her chest.

I smiled, then asked, "Where are your parents, sweetie?"

Her face twisted as though she was trying hard not to cry, but the dam burst either way, and I soothed her, she partially told me what I had feared. They told her her parents were dead, and I am inclined to believe it. From what I saw in the doctor's mind, he had been capturing Fatum, doing experiments, trying to extract their core. What I saw will haunt me forever. Yet I still feel guilty for what I made him endure and indirectly caused his death. Willow eventually calmed down enough to relay how she was caught.

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*** Willow Pov ***

The pretty lady felt so warm and safe, just like Addy, but more. Addy smelt like my home, but the lady, sniff, she was like the mummy I missed so much.

"I was playing in the park, with Daddy watching me. Mommy went on a trip, she said she wanted me to meet an uncle. So she had to go first, then Daddy and I would come later. I missed Mommy a lot and I cried. So Daddy took me to play. The bad man was very hot, and my Daddy picked me up to run. They, other bad people, they were scary, and took me away from Daddy. He was screaming for me. Crying and fighting. The big bad man, the one that kicked the boy, he... hiccup.... he told me when I cried, sniff, that Daddy is dead. He cannot come back. That my Mommy is gone too. She was hurt bad and never coming back." I told the pretty lady.

The pretty lady is my friend. I know she is.

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*** Evony Pov ***

"You poor thing. You must have been so scared. Don't you worry, that big bad man will never bother you again. We will keep you safe. Now, I believe we need a bath. Yes. We shall do this, while the boys make sure we have something to eat, once we are done," I playfully said to her and winking, trying to help her forget her sadness, if only for a little while. She nodded her head and excitedly told me about the things she ate with the man driving and what she wants now. Which surprisingly, was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I pointedly looked at Cannon concerning the request, careful not to make any promises that could not be met. In true Cannon fashion, he didn't miss a beat, "Sure thing princess. We have just what you ordered. Be good for Evy and you will have your hearts desire."

Looking at Dev, I requested, "Could you assist with taking Bren to a room please. Once I am finished with her, I want to clean him up as well." Then informed to all present, "Also, when the food has been prepared, you may all do as you like. I do not need further attending after. Except Cannon, please stay alert as I may need you to direct me, until I can navigate the home myself."

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*** Cannon's Pov ***

Deciding not to argue with an actual queen about ordering me around, I gestured to her to follow me, picking up the bag I knew contained both the ladies' garments. Having only three years to get this place refurbished and suited to our unique situation, I felt a bit nervous for her to see it. I have never had to feel this way before nor share anything. Not sure if I like this feeling. It was an adjustment I would have to make. Being ordered, especially by the Sprite, doesn't sting as much as I thought, though I prefer being the one on top, I am willing to play along for now.

Leading her to the double doors of her queen's suite, I prepared in advance. I held my breath in anticipation of her reaction.

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*** Evony's Pov ***

It was beautiful. Spacious and luxurious. Before I could express my gratitude, footsteps interrupted me. Looking to my right, I saw Dev carrying Bren over to us. Holding Willow in one arm, I touched Cannon's arm. When he looked at me, I said, "I love it. Thank you, my Lake. Could you place Bren nearest to me so I can tend to him, if need be?"

His face looked a little disappointed, but he quickly erased it and smiled, nodding. "Sure I'll put him across the hall, that door there," he pointed at another pair of white doors and continued, "It's all automated, tap on the panels to get what you need. Let me just put this in here," he walked forward, dropping off the bag that I am assuming he had prepared for Willow and I, tickling her and letting me know that he'd help Dev with Bren, then go make us something to eat.

I watched him walk away making a mental note to go into more depth concerning all that he had done for a little girl he met seven years ago, with barely any details, one promise and hope. I thought about how much I screwed up the best four things that could have happened to me, if I had just let Fate decide, as I helped the seedling out of the, as she called it, 'uck jammy, and got the tub ready for her. The control panels were simple enough, allowing me to keep the water at a safe level and temperature for Willow.

She asked to be allowed to play a little as she had to take quick showers, twice a week, with someone watching while they had her. That poor babe doesn't even understand half the trauma she's been through. Also, the parents. Sigh, my people. I drained and refilled it with more warm water, while I shed my seared outfit, to take my shower. The tub was a bit of a throwback, the sort royals use, in style and shape, but the shower, modern from top to bottom. Glass casing frosted, huge, complete with shower bed, rain showers, yes plural, and these tiny jets, that spray like a massage. Due to the last, forty-eight hours of my life, I believe I deserve to be worshiped by the machine. Alas, the little one will prune if I don't get her out soon enough, so I did a quick shampoo and conditioner, cleaned up and while towel drying, I stared at it longingly.

Once I was done, dressing us both, much to her glee, in a blue pajama, and my displeasure of the actual silver silk spaghetti-strapped nightgown with matching robe, as opposed to my tee and boxer shorts, we made our way to the living area. Willow did not stand on ceremony as she attacked the sandwiches already laid out for her, in the adjoining room where there was a dining set. The guys were nowhere to be seen, but a note was left, which read:

We've gone to clean up ourselves, eat as much as you like. Addanon made a vegetable soup in case you wanted something warm.

"Why are you crying?" Willow asked, finally looking away from the plate.

"I'm happy," I claimed, realising just how true it was, "I did something really silly a long time ago, because I did, the guys you met. They did not have very good lives. I am crying because even though they should be mad at me, they....... they still take care of me."

"Daddy said, that if you love a person, you should let them know. Are you the queen? The one the bad man asked me if I was?" she inquired. Sharp little thing, isn't she?

"Your Daddy sounds like a smart man. I am the queen, yes," I answered, while dishing out some soup and taking a sip. Hmmmm.... so warm and good. Just enough salt.

"Queens are imp ..... imp.... im'tan, why are you taking care of me?" the seedling looked genuinely curious.

"Simple, Queens are too serve the people. Our people are called Fatum. The Queen is supposed to love and cherish all her people. It is an important job. Very scary sometimes too. I want to be a queen who serves you. Who can keep you safe and strong enough to ask for help, when it is too much." I declared, not for the first time saying those words, but for the first time with so much conviction.

She tilted her head and smiled at me, making an OK sign with her fingers. Humming a melody I did not know, while she finished eating. We remained silent after that.

Not long after we ate, I got her to brush her teeth and fall asleep. What most don't know is that you can tell how old a seedling really is, not by mortal time, but by Fatum, from their control and sleep patterns. Her's was mature. She may look and act like a five to six year old, but she could be at least two hundred and fifty human years, by our standard, half way to maturity. The way she changed command like that, her parents taught her well. She is also full Fatum, no half breed. I wonder whose she is, how long she has been here, and why she was not modernized, like other lost souls I have encountered.

Those were questions for another day. Now to get to Bren. If I am being completely honest with myself, I could have had one of the other guys do it for me, but I was selfish. I was greedy. I needed to feel like I was doing something for him. The extra kiss I gave him wasn't really needed, nor was the peck to settle him. Admitting is the first step, Evony.... my conscious teased. Oh Many, go away. Now is not the time. I don't need you to be privy to my perverted thoughts. She only chuckled and eventually I knew I was alone in my head again.

By the time I paid attention to my surroundings, I was already in the room with Bren, standing over his form on the bed. He was tall. His legs went on and on. For some reason, the sight of his bear feet and legs had me gulping down saliva. I decided to start there more because I was afraid of how my body would react, if I looked at his face, or even thought about taking off the make-shift covering the boys did for him.

I wiped each toe, each curve twice, delaying the inevitable of going higher. Feeling the smooth flow was the washcloth under my hand, made me ache to touch his skin directly. He was pale, most likely lacking of sunlight and awfully malnurished, but there was something about him that still appealed to me. His skin was taunt, bones and muscles portruding and while I was horrified at the evidence of his abuse, I could not keep my errant thoughts away, once I was finished with his thighs. In my memory, I did not pay much attention to him when he was naked hanging on Addanon, but now, now I have time to admire him. Gorgeous, I thought the moment my eyes went to his face.

Releasing the cloth tied on his shoulder, I peeled it away slowly. I know that I healed them all, once I had returned to my present body, in the car, but the dried blood maybe stuck to both fabric and his pearl-like skin. There were enough scars for three lifetimes, I had no interest in adding one more. Some were quite faded and so old. I know they had to be older than two to three years. How could they look at you and hurt you? I lamented as I pulled another basin of warm water closer to me. I started with his forehead, which was hiding behind that wild mane on his head. Matted with dried blood and ash, like the rest of him.

His eyes, nose and that adorable down turned mouth of his was just shiny by the time I was done. His shoulders and chest were broad, but got the attention they deserved. I watched as his n!pples perked up as I passed the washcloth, wondering if it was normal to want to suck on them. Perv..... giggled Many. Stop that! Go away! I ordered. She didn't listen.

Don't you want a distraction? The closer you get to his happy place, well, I don't think you'll be able to control yourself. I remember the view, it was spectacular and wasn't even in force. Imagine now that he isn't unconscious, just sleeping, his n*****s are reacting to sensation. What do you think will happen when he feels you there? It did get a little stiff while you were doing his thighs.... my own personal torturer teased.

I am not going to molest him. I have self control. He is exhausted, probably the first good rest he has had in years, without fear of someone kicking the cr@p out of him. Do you really think I could hurt him like that? I may be intensely attracted to him. Feel guilty about his state and I'm clearly still high off of our kisses, but I will never abuse my power like that. Now stop insinuating sh!t. After being met with silence, I continued. Explain to me, or guide me, something, anything, on why I feel this way, with all of them?

All the pestering tones were gone from her voice when I heard her say, No guidance can be given, as you are the first to experience this. Oh, and before I go, I am proud of you. The fight, navigating your memory, and trusting the elementals. You are right, the queen, she serves the people. Never forget this.

Sigh, now I am empty again, but at least she distracted me while I cleaned the rest of his abdomen. I looked at the blanket I left to keep him modest, there was something already protruding. I could try to roll him over and get the center of his back, I got the sides done already. Oh, what is the point of procrastinating? Put on your big girl pants. You can do this. He is yours. Some Fatum are nudists, so you might as well get used to seeing things like that.

I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes, then lifted the cloth and threw it on the floor. I slowly opened my eyes............ I don't know how long I stared, if my drool was forming a small puddle or if my n!pples hardened right away or if they took their time. All I knew was that once he was all better, I wanted that in my mouth. The very thought made me clamp and rub my thighs together as I shifted in my seat. My toot button, the one I explored from time to time as I got older, never felt this good before. All I was doing was staring at a half-hard meat stick and I was ready to explode. I wanted to blame it on our connection, since my light was still in him. I wanted to blame my teenage hormones. I want to blame my need to make up to him for his loyalty. All these years, the beatings, torture, starving, sleep deprivation and questioning and never once did he mention our meeting. He deserves me. All of me. It isn't any of those things. Looking at everything that he endured, I fell unequivocally in love with him. Plain and simple.

As I came to this realization, I sobbed, wondering, Would he ever feel this way for me too? Would he have a Fated? Would I? I hope not. Now get yourself together, you get to touch that work of art, in the name of cleaning him.