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Aisling

Taking the offered seat, Aisling was grateful for it. Though the human disliked the naming of herself, she was unable to refuse and be polite about it. The Moon was the object least associated with the fiery Irish woman. "I thank you for your offer, Your Majesty, and I will gladly take you to task for it." She dipped her head respectfully. "My Lord seems to have forgotten to arm myself against the cold of your realm." Settling back, she felt the spells wrote deep within her stir. Her Lord had his secrets, some she could reveal without meaning to. Thus the Lord of Fall had taken measures.

Beginning her tale about the Fall King, for it was the truth well and whole. Aisling was a shrewd and to the point person, something that the Fae seemed to enjoy in a dose from a Mortal. "My Lord of Fall is a just ruler. He is a bit excessive with his protection, but I have seen no hardship form it except a tad more work. And nae have I heard of Fall engaging in any wars of note, or any major breaches of it's borders." She nodded in agreement with this thought. "The Fall Lord is merciful when there is something to be gained, or when harsher punishments are not needed. Though..." She winced slightly from the last notable traitor who was brought to him. "I was accosted by several Fae who sought to feed off my mind whilst I slept." Her hands tightened slightly. Minute actions, but with reason from the sight of the rage upon that dark face. "My Lord of Fall was furious. I had just entered into your Realm and into bargain with Him. Needless to say, those Fae lay upon the throne when they fought him. Or within their prison, if they yielded, till His Lordship calls upon them again."

A blush fought up her cheeks slightly at the one question. "N-No, Your Majesty. My- The Lord does not 'bed'. Rather I ferry to and from the Mortal Realm." With a nod towards the supposed South and Fall's lands, Aisling continued with a slight cough to hide the unseemly flush. "My Lord of Fall would ask no more from you than what you could give. But, it may be all you can give that he will ask you for. I asked for a problem to be removed and so it was. My price was servitude and all I could give." She frowned slightly. "His prices are high, but he does not make offers lightly nor often."

The mortal eyes locked onto the Fae Queen. "You ask me what being wed to him means? You will have no enemies, you will have no wants nor will hardships bother you or your people. But there will be a price and that is absolute loyalty. Betrayal once is betrayal a thousand times over." She paused to let it sink in. "Should you betray him, should you seek to cheat him. Remember what happened to those far older, and far more ancient from days long gone. Each pelt lays upon his throne, each bone upon his throne." She gives the Fae Queen a soft smile.  "Forgive me, but while I have not... with him.... You will have all you desire." The poor girl's face was as red as her hair.

Aisling

Aisling had been stricken with terror from the hideous Fae if the woman was honest with herself. The only thing that kept her from full out panic was the fact the Fall King had use of her, and it was well known within and without the Fall Court that what Falk had use of was not to be despoiled by aught. Lest torment be brought upon on heads connected with the one. As the Winter Queen made her entrance Aisling sunk into and held a deep curtsy. As powerful as Falk was, as useful as she was Aisling was not going to tempt the wrath of another Fae ruler.

That, and Falk had commanded her to woo the woman on his behalf. "Your Majesty, My Lord King of Fall does not consider the gender but rather the skills and the use." Aisling prayed she was not being too forward, but it was true. Were she a man she still would have been sent. Then again... If she was a man she would never be in this predicament. "I am called 'Born of ashes', 'Human', 'Mortal', and 'Girl'. As I am the only mortal to dwell within the Lord of Fall's Hall my name became... Unneeded." Shifting her harp as to not drop it, her voice slightly miffed due to the terror and the disruption of her life once more due the Fall King's whim. "Your Majesty, My Lord has said-" She trailed off with a embarrassed flush of color. "My Lord of Fall hasn't quite said. He sent me to play my music for Your Majesty of Winter." Aisling looked quite pale and wane remembering the laughing king. It was a horrifying thing when Falk was pleased, almost as bad as when he was not. "My Lord of Fall was pleased, indeed. If Your Majesty will forgive my forwardness...?"

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