Amaranta – Captive of Elf’s King

Queen of elves

“Today is a solemn day. You will need a ceremonial dress,” Ivein stopped her choice on the white outfit, as if made of one big white magnolia. If the lush petals of the skirt and the buffers, divergers, did not fasten the gold thread, then it was possible to think that the dress had grown in the wardrobe. Here the flowers grew on everything and everywhere, so it was not worth wondering.

Amaranta did not need a help from her maids. Ivein only removed the dress with a hanger. To put on and fastened on the Amaranta, it began itself.

“Will it be possible to remove it?” worried Amaranta.

“Sure. If it fits to your figure, it does not mean that it does not slip from you, barely you leave the kingdom of elves.”

So you have to do not leave here. And then stay n***d on the road would be quite awkward. Of course, you can always dissuade the fact that the robbers attacked your carriage. But the situation will still come out ridiculous and piquant. Amaranta thought how in such a situation it would be found the king of Ilira, passing past the county, and barely restrained laughter. Kings always like her beauty. Initially, the king of Aluar, then the king of elves, so the king of Ilion is no better than they. What to expect from kings she knew. Now she even got captured. About the last one, by the way, she did not regret. If you were captivated by a young and beautiful king, besides an elf, it's not so bad how to get a crowned freak or an old man. In addition, to be captive in the country of elves is better than at home.

Andaina spinning around her as a maid.

“Do not come in this dress to the fire, otherwise it will either be damaged, or will slip with you and crawl. Floral fabrics do not wear heat.”

"You talk about it as if it is alive," Amaranta reproached.

Ivein did not appreciate her words as a joke.

“There are less capricious outfits,” she began to look for an alternative, “but today you need a specific ceremonial dress.”

“Why?”

As it turned out in the throne room, the celebrity was already prepared. Something like a wedding. On the walls and columns were garlands of white flowers. There are elegant public in the room. That's what it means to look at the world through a multicolored prism.

There are two golden thrones at once. The bigger for the king, the smaller for the future queen. The backs of both thrones were made in the form of wings. And she has no wings.

Amaranta did not expect an elegant crown from gold leaves and flowers, she was caught today.

It happened! Now she is the queen. Did the captive status changed? Be that as it may be Medea Shai now it will definitely break into parts, if it penetrates here. Therefore, in the mirror, it is better not to look for a long time so that it is not to call her here. The mirrors’ labyrinth is a dangerous thing! Amaranta would be told to remove all the mirrors from the castle, if she owned this castle. But she stubbornly continued to consider herself as a guest. The crown did not solve anything. Left alone, Amaranth took it to consider. Golden leaflets are like a laurel. And the laurel, as you know, means honorable.

The leaves that grew up the wreath around the forehead of Ivein definitely were not laurel.

“No matter how the lining did not come out,” the elf was disturbed. “You are a prisoner and you are the Queen. And to legitimize the marriage with you, the king of elves will have to wait for the end of the century when your mortal husband will die.”

“At the end of the century Angus will be only forty years old.”

“I meant when the century goes from the day of birth. I am not going to check the deadlines with your primitive earth calendar.”

“But you became my maid-in-honour. Are you satisfied?”

“Of course! By the way, I contributed this with my advice with one adventure, thanks to which they attacked the castle, and you were here.”

“But why?”

“I didn't count so much. But Dagda was with you too tender and did not want to kidnap you against the will. And you were actually in captivity, but remained to live in the county. It was bad. In addition, if they would not spur events, I would not receive a long-awaited position. Without the presence of the queen of elves, as you understand, it is impossible to become the maid-in-honour of the queen of  elves.”

“This position gives so many privileges that because of it, you can kill the population of the whole castle?”

“I called the army of the evil spirits by chance.”

"Okay, I'm not angry," Amaranta thought that she would not be in captivity, and would not feel happy.

“To you, the presence of maid-in-honour gives quite a bit. After all, you are not a sole government. All your king decides for you. But a new position gives me more privileges than any mortal queen. It will be possible to climb into politics, arrange negotiations, manage the detachments of your bodyguards, organize meetings of the Council and Entertainment, to solve the fate of your ill-wishers. So, at the event time I will play on the queen of fairies. She wished you evil, it means, my duty is now to neutralize her.”

“How are you going to speak with her?”

“Not alone. From now on, I am the maid-in-honour of the queen of elves, which means that all the resources of the country, both magical and military, with the first threat to you, go completely at my disposal.”

Well, the rules! Ivein will not be the maid-in-honour, but the heroine. The main thing is that it was able to take advantage of the received power with the mind. Given the fact that she is a wizard, you can rely on it. As a maid-in-honour, she really turned out to be very useful. Thanks to her, everything was done by itself. It was not worth worrying about anything.

Here she did not need to wait for the sunset to smooth out the cover from the leaves and began to become beautiful again. This is on the territory of people, it limited various rules.

“And Ivor does not want to become a page of the queen of elves?” joked Amaranta.

“For what? Here all the elves are considered either your pages or your knights. Depending on what they can do. I don't know how Ivor can fight, but it became more correct to write him in a list of pages.

As well, she all thought out. And a maid-in-honour, and an adviser in one person. It is worth to applaud her, and not thank.

"Don't say thank you," Ivein accurately read her thoughts. “For the sake of this post, I was ready for everything. Even with cunning Medea Shai I managed to make a friendship to make it up to the proposed queen of elves. And Dagda, how did you think the hundreds of years did not marry. Just imagine to be such a handsome and centuries to walk idle. The other would have been no nerves withstand.”

Maybe it is for the better. After all, the centuries ago she was not born. There was not enough that in addition to her rapid marriage, and Dagda was married. Will Medea Shai his legitimate queen and certainly she kills the captive.

Ivein, of course, did not want to upset her, but Amarant became bad at the thought that she would be in captivity in the kingdom, where on the throne sits and intrigues the gloomy queen of fairies. Even Dagda could not protect his prisoner from t*****e and bullying. And if he began to defend her, then Medea Shai would come up with how to get rid of him. So with this kind of queen a favourite for the king would not be exactly. They all would become ugly or corpses after the first attempts of Dagda to smell with them. What is for the queen of fairies to take away with the magic someone's beauty or t*****e to death even the fairy? Although no, the fairy seems to be to death can not be tortured. After all, fairy is immortal. But you can t*****e them over the centuries. It is good that she is not a fairy and not an elf, but an ordinary mortal. Its whole eternity to provoke will be impossible.

Although with the conclusions she hurried. On the back something grew, like a lively cape crazy and rushed the dress. It seems that the giant butterfly boils on the spine.

“You need to free them!” Ivein rushed to smash her corset. With hands, not with magic. It means that something emerged happened, once the elf so climbed. She was indifferent to any charm.

“What's there?”

Amaranta pulled out, noticing the edge of her eyes in the mirror, that from under the corset showed something with the tips of snow-white, similar to the petals of the wings. Moment, and they were freed by straightening half of her body. The curved tips stretched out her head above. Perfectly! But also terribly, because she will not return home with them.

"The beloved of the king of the elves, which he pleaded with his wife on the territory of his kingdom, had to grow wings," Ivein concluded. “This should be expected. Sorry for not warned in advance. But you never know, on whom and how the magic capture will affect. You definitely have privileges.”

She can fly with them! Amaranta felt unexpected power in the back. Since I still did not want to go home, then the wings for her are not burdensome.

The frame of the mirror made in the form of some horned creature, conspiringly winked her. Here and the mirrors are alive! They are cast in such a form that glass with Amalgama is a mouth or eyes of unimaginable creatures that are wrapped around the mirror by the frame.

Wonderful country! The main thing is that all these miracles do not harm. Amaranta remembered her scary dreams. Where to take grim dreams in such a rainbow kingdom? Unless if you return to the prehistory of the kingdom of elves: to war, cruelty, murder, or exile of other magical creatures and something that Dagda has so far, even though it happened a century ago. Or even the Millennium? How is the time calculates here if Ivein responds with such disregard about primitive calendars of people?

Since the coronation of Amaranta, gold roses began to multiply around, folding into whole drapery on the walls and the ceiling. Dagda could not give them anymore, but he still presented her every day a bouquet.

Roses were alive. They spoke, they sang, they had female faces. Well and gifts! Not a bouquet, but a whole mystery. From one rose, a whole ornament for tapestry grown easily. Not to mention the jewelry on the headdress or the train.

Even on Adeline’s outfit borrowed from Amaranta, recently picked a gold rose. Her girlfriend was mastered in the kingdom of elves, but she was shy in front of the king of the elves. In his presence, she became shy, as a real modest girl, which she was never at home. And Dagda himself thinks about a new passion? Adeline dreamed exactly about him, as well as about many other elves from his kingdom. But they who seduced by all mortal women, for some reason rejected her alone.

"I'm always not lucky," she complained. “All because I am without dowry. But Uriella did not prevent it.”

How can you envy the one that is forced to rot at the bottom of the sea in the company of underwater monster?

Infanta circled over the elven gardens, and then flew to the Amaranta’s bedroom to chat and share their impressions. Together with terrible stories about the tribes that settled here even before the elves, she retold the gossip of local birds.

“Once these gardens were not so fragrant. And there were no trees in them either. Wooden captives arose after I dwell, "she was inadvertently stuck.

“So you're from here?” Amaranta sat down from shock. Someone squeaks on the end of the dress. Leprekhun Well, let! Recognition of Infanta is much more important than Leprehun's fishing.

"That wizard, who pretext to me, caught you from the elven gardens or at first knocked out?"

“I do not remember already. Even him I remember with difficulty. But I liked living with you, so he helped me.”

“I think it was Quentin.”

“All elves are dangerous. Why do you need to remember their names? All of them are charming scamps.”

“ Yes, I know, I am jealous.

“I warned you not to look at him! From your intrigue there will be many troubles. War will be for sure! I feel! And with people, and with evi; spirits to fight.

“Do not caw.”

"I'm a bird of White Paradise, not a crow," she squeezed offended.

“White Paradise! Where is it?”

“So called the Gardens of the White Fairies, in which I dwells before I flew into the elven parks. And neither there nor here there was not a single crow.”

“Why don't you like crows?”

"Only crows caw," she said,  “not such exquisite creatures like birds of fairies.”

“Since you are a magical creation, you should be able to do all.”

Infanta had nothing to say, and she covered the beak. Amber in her forehead sparkled, it reminded a drop of honey. Surely, it was in the bird something like a third eye, which she could look into the future.

“And white fairies, by chance, were not from the kingdom of Medea Shai?” Amaranta was alerted.

“No, there are societies of fairies, who live from her apart or those whom she expelled. But insidious are all fairies.

Previously, Amaranta began to object to her, but not now, when she met fairies close.

“Beware of the queen of fairies,” warned Infanta. "She is able to turn into a huge black flower, who will grow right with you on the road, but it is worth approaching it, and it will strangle you with its stems."

“Until now, she did not try to do so. Probably, she realized that I would immediately be afraid of the giant flower.

“Elfves are dangerous too.”

“But this warning has already been late.”

“Love for elves is dangerous for mortals,” continued Infanta. “And you love not a simple elf, but the magical king. He will destroy you. And on your grave will grow gold roses. You all burn from love for him.”

“Well, let! I'm already grieving. And you caws, as if the crow, calling the misfortune. Well, in the figurative sense, caws and not literally. This is a figure of speech to show how bad you do, intimidating me.”

The bird stopped. Since the wizard gave her to Amaranta for the beauty, as he put it, the bird stipulates her, as if she had really seen a copy of the real fairies in her, accidentally cut off his people. Amaranta first and felt like that. She wanted to be a fairy or an elf, not a human. After all, then she could be with Dagda. And she would not care that Infanta attributes fairies to the list of malicious creatures. Now, she, no matter how, has become a winged, and crowned.

“Probably, from the very beginning I felt the future Queen of elves in you,” the bird admitted. "This is no longer a prophecy, because you have already proclaimed the queen here. But I will say that it will bring a lot of trouble. You and Dagda have a lot of enemies.”

“Do not caw!” For the hundredth time repeated Amaranta. “Are you not tired from warnings yet?”

"But in the end, you will find peace and happiness," she immediately corrected the gloomy prophecy, seemingly a rainbow result. So all the fortune tellers do, otherwise they will not pay them. Infanta loved the berries with local bushes too much, so as not to issue the predictions of happiness and prosperity in exchange.

“Well, thank you for the happy end,” even if it was not true, Amaranta was still grateful for such prediction.