Amaranta – Captive of Elf’s King

His magical promise

As it turned out, the king of the elves honors the tradition of not only the underwater kingdom, but also the terrestrial magical powers. In addition to the kingdom of Medea Shai, they were quite a lot.

Yesterday, the elves were applied by funny shorteys from the kingdom of gnomes. As far as Amaranta understood, they were excellent blacksmithers and jewelers. Gifts they brought awesome. Ambassadors from the mountain kingdom of Naga were the day before yesterday.

"They are in a closer union with Medea Shai than with me," Duga explained when Amaranta stared at their serpentine bodies.

Today's guests were a little upset. It was Alba. All as a selection of blond and beautiful. The girls outwardly resembled Amaranta. How strange that the king of the elves did not prefer one of them to her. They are all up to one welhouse and have crushing magical abilities. The tournament arranged for foreign guests, in which both men and ladies-Alba participated, showed that their women are able to crush with their spells at least a whole fortress, and then restore it only with the power of magic. The tower of the castle was crumbled, they were restored. Biting flowers bloomed on the ristar, dragons arose, it was the fiery rain, then the heart of an ice whirlwind. Rivals could turn each other into monsters or in mermaids to immobilize for a while. For Amaranta, a similar magic tournament became more reliableing horrors.

Even more she was upset when she saw the princess of Alba.  Her name was Orian. Tiger lilies have grew entire bouquets directly from her temples, cheeks and shoulders as an ornament. Amber drops sparkled in her skin as a gem that does not need to be removed. Two of her big almond eyes also resembled a live amber. One of his eyes was able to burn any opponent, so they did not allow her to take part in the tournament. As it turned out, her family for a long time wanted to arrange a match with Dagda but he did not want to marry her.

“Unlike Medea Shai, she is a virgin,” whispered flocks of colored pixies, wearing a cloud over the ristal.

"We do not think,” objected the black, they had a gloomy opinion on everything, "she has a friend from race of people.”

“But she did not sleep with dragons like Medea Shai.”

Amaranta unceremoniously jerked the king of elves for the tip of his wing.

“Why didn;t you want to marry Princess Alba?”

“She did not fit me.”

“But why?” Amaranta was jealous. Though jealous it seemed to be and nothing.

"She's not in my taste," Dagda dismissed. “Too melancholic.”

“But if you reject her a couple of centuries ago, and it is still free, then you can still agree on the wedding.”

“Unlikely. Orian managed to fall in love with some mortal knight, who mistakenly drove on the territory of Alba. She is not allowed to marry him. The father swears, that he will turn her into a gold rose if she breaks his ban and again will meet with mortals. And I will give this rose to you. And our engagement with Orian will come to an end, even if her father is able to insist on this engagement.”

How easily he spoke about it.

“She is better than me,” Amaranta asked.

"It only seems, she is a fairy. They easily create mirage and illusion.”

“But she has wimgs. And she is free. Unlike me.”

Dagda felt that she was upset.

"You are not captive, Amaranta," he said through strength. But what is his magic word? And his magic promises? He gave so many wonderful oaths. She decided to check how sincere he was.

“So, can I leave?”

“In no case!” The king of the elves was crushed.

“That is, I'm still in captivity.”

“If you consider a guest and the beloved to be prisoner, then yes.”

- I feel a prisoner.

"Are you bad or good?"

“Both.”

“Do you still love Count Angus?”

“I'm married to him.”

“Love and be married this is not the same.”

“Where do you know?”

“They repeatedly tried to marry me with those who I do not like, but with whom the marriage was you politically profitable.”

“How did you resist?”

“I decided to find the power myself is much more comfortable than to get it through imposed marriage relations.”

On whom they tried to marry him at the very beginning? On the legendary goddess of Danu, which, according to Ivein, was the founder of the whole Tuatu de Danan. He is nice and beautiful, many wished him. So now the ladies of Alba sighed, glancing at him.

"In some marriage subtleties, I undoubtlessly understand," Dagda confessed. “Marriage is a deal if there is no love. And how are you with an Angus?”

“I could say that he was chosen by my guardians, and not by me. But it will be untrue.”

"I know that the guardians did not force you for marriage, you relegated many before the count, I heard the mortal bards and even one immortal of my subjects praised your inaccessibility.”

“Until the count, only the elderly, although influential people were proposed to me, and he was young and has a high rank. A rare combination for a person.”

“I heard: You refused to a king.”

He seemed to have a reference about her. Not surprising. After all, his spies fly everywhere and can look into every keyhole.

“The king was old.”

“Naturally, he is the mortal king, and you would not fail to be immortal?”

She was embarrassed, he took her for her chin.

“This is fate, Amaranta, if you rejected the earthly king, then you are intended to have a magical king, that is, I. And I did the right thing to reject Orian and many other contenders on the throne of elves. The queen here will ever become you.”

“Yhe queen? That is, the wife of the king. But I already have a spouse.”

“A mortal spouse. In the kingdom of fairies, it does not mean anything, because sooner or later your marriage ties will break the death, and you will live forever if you stay with me. The count will die during the current century, and we will play the wedding immediately after his funeral.”

“But he is your ally. Let the former. The contract burned down. Friendship is spoiled. But what about memory of your good attitude towards Angus?”

Dagda thought only a moment. Is it true that the elves have no conscience and all of them lie, seductive and throw ladies? He offers her the throne of the queen. And where is the guarantee that he does not deceive? His magic word! What is it worth? But his kiss cost all over the world. Sweet, like a dream. For the sake of this one kiss it was worth forgetting everyone and that's it.

“I have to wait for a century to become a queen?” Asked Amaranta when the kiss ended. During this time, the king of elves can cease to love her. There are so many magic beauties. And she was born without wings.

“Maybe I better go home?”

“Your house is now here, where I am.”

“I'm alien to everyone here. Even Iveib clearly makes the effort to chat with me.”

"But you are not alien to me, that means they get used to you."

“I have no wings, like they all.”

“They will grow out with time.”

“You're lying!”

“I never lie.”

“True, to lie for you this is the responsibility of the Golden Copy left in the castle. If only she did not have time to exhale in the magical sense. You spoke, her pretending is not enough after you kidnap me.”

“What does torment you?” Dagda gently divered curls from her forehead. “Tell me how I can entertain you.”

“No need magic! She does not save from the agony of conscience. Better let me go back to people.”

His beautiful face froze like stone.

“I will not give anything!” He honestly admitted, forgetting that before that he made her guest. “You are my prisoner. And I will not give you anyone. You are forever in captivity only with me. And I only have rights to you. So nice to keep in captivity the one you want, and I know that you like it too.”

"You are against the elves captivate people," Amaranta reminded when Dagda led her from the tournament.

“I was against, but I realized that otherwise it was impossible.”

“Why is this?”

“You love me to madness, like me, but you yourself do not come to me because of some stupid human traditions.”

“Or maybe because you are surrounded by beautiful fairies?” she accused him directly.

He himself was not jealous of Angus, but she could not. Thoughts about Medea Shai burned. Beauty, created from the darkness, did not go from the head. Dreamed, as if magic inspired dreams about how her fingers out of darkness with black nails caress Dagda, as her dark snake-free curls intertwined with gold curls of the king of elves. He is the light, she is the darkness. They perfectly complemented each other. And both were wizards. Mortal woman is superfluous.

"You're an elf, you can not jealous, but I can't."

"To whom are you jealous," Dagda sincerely amazed. “In addition to you I never need any one.

“Nobody even from your people?”

“I ruled, but never loved. Therefore, I did not have a queen. And now I loved you.”

He tried to hug her. Amaranta turned out. The black ghost of Medea Shai stood between her and Dagda.

"Men are not faithful, everyone said,” and she repeated it.

“And elves are. That is why mortals and prefer us.”

“You ruin them.”

“But we do not forget them. And your husband, if you die, will put you a luxurious monument, who will touches the bunny eventually, and in your place in the castle there will be another woman. So people do, but not elves. We remember our beloved, even if those are already dead. And if we do not interfere, we can resurrect their souls, turn them into roses, for example. Happy Rose, a woman at night, and you can again meet with her at least part of the day. If you died from arrows, I would turn you into a gold rose and kept in my palace. Part of the day you would shine as a rose, and at night you would have fun with me among the spirits as the same Amaranta. We would be happy and so, and that. Angus will quickly forget you, and I will not. Elves love the whole eternity.”

“Therefore, mortal girls prefer you. You're still damn beautiful,” Amaranta was still not kept and slid into his open arms. As well and cozy next to him, as if the spring nature herself hugs you and shelters foliage.

“Soon there will be no avoiding a war. If the elves take all earthly women, then men will have to fight.”

Because of one such elf, all girls in the village can understand that the wrong human guys have no longer surrendered to them and it's time to go to look for elves into the magic forest.

To Amaranta, the king of elves came himself. Rather, he came to enter into an alliance with her husband. And took his wife. This is an event! And in mortal and in the immortal world, all the evil tongues are already accurate. And she is so good with Dagda, that everyone does not care for everyone. That's if it would still drop such human feelings as conscience and jealousy. And in front of Angus is conscientious for false and betrayal. And from the type of Medea Shai in the soul bubbles such a rage that she wants to break her with bare hands. It does not even matter that it will remove the poisonous spikes of the darkness. She hates this beauty flying throughout the black dragon.

"Dragons  are her lovers and bodyguards," explained Dagda.

Lovers! In plural?

“That is, the fairies are not faithful?”- Amaranta was surprised.

“Medea Shai is an unusual fairy, so she rules monsters for so long. She did not overthrow. She holds power over the monsters by iron hand.”

“Why does she need her bodyguards? She herself is stronger than dragons.”

“For solidity and for convenience. To saddle a dragon is capable not every fairy.”

About love relationship with dragons and thought was nauseous. Amaranta did not want to even imagine this. You can observe terrible scenes in the bedroom of Medea Shai. The dragons’ claws and their fire don’t harm her. She is herself such a barley, which will give all dragons. These monsters must be regretted that she rules over them. Without her, everyone would be better.

Such a feeling that one monster was filled into the palace. Amaranta saw traces of claws everywhere and heard a terrible hiss outgoing from the basements.

“What's there?” She asked when poisonous evaporation with black smoke leaked through the mosaic floor of the palace.

“Nothing!” Dagda hugged her and began to kiss. “Do not think about anything, except that I love you. And everything will be fine with us.”

It was no good. She was tormented by conscience because of the abandoned Angus. But when Dagda is nearly easily thinking about anything except him. He is so cute, so shining and may be so gentle. Whoever he did not kill on the first elven war, and no matter how the monstrously he did it, he was waiting for her in his arms. He can be forgiven everything, with him everything can be forgotten. After all, he is an elf. And she loves him.

The golden roses bloomed, ranging and multiplied, they laid walls, columns and a bed. She could not break away from Dagda's lips, from his magic winged body. Stay with him - it means to be happy always. It is only necessary to find some kind of magic to loose the memory. Then conscience before the abandoned people will not bother her.

Once again, Amaranth overheared under the locking well, which source of magic sparks, muttered as if from a different kingdom.

‘The king of the elves plays with his favourite toy. You need to take away it. I do not want him to be so happy. He was not happy for hundreds of years, it should have been, but she appeared here ...”

This was exactly the voice of Medea Shai. Probably, the queen of fairies found a new way to the castle. There are also winding holes for keys ib addition to mirrors’ maze. It is not for nothing that she has whole bunds of bizarre keys hanging on the belt, as if decorations. In fact, they are most likely a set of witchcraft. You need to be alert. You never know that the queen of fairies is thinking next time.