There is only one answer to who will mother their king’s eventual heir. She made it clear when an impostor appeared and she twisted and broke him before all eyes. Through her or through no one at all. For love of her king. For the strength of her crown. It meant that the conspirators were forced to wait. The fertility of old blood is fragile at ( Read more... )

The conspirators find their answer because of the long barrenness of the king and queen. Time made them desperate and focused. The technophobic king followed every advance in fertility treatments even when they were hardly speaking. Certain samples were made and kept before his death. Rumors say they still exist. The answer to reviving a fallen ( Read more... )

The way they see it, the war didn’t actually work. The nation was more divided than it had been since they first united on the island in the first place. Beyond that, they had lost the royal line that had defined them. They had lost any sense of what they were. Unlike the rest of the nation, they would not let that stand. Something would have to ( Read more... )

( Timeline for Tir na n'Og Politics )

( Mab's Names/Titles )

The pack of cigarettes and lighter are waiting on the cafe table. This is a smoker's escape in a city that is attempting to make it illegal.  She knows why she's waiting in New York City. Los Angeles's heat is oppressive and, somehow, this city feels more like a neutral ground. So she picks up her phone and calls Bobby's cell phone.

Whatever formal welcome the aristocrats had planned devolved into a street festival. May the common people have uncommon luck tonight, because that suited her mood so much better. Half the faces in the crowd hardly bothered to look at the woman who smelled more of horse than her own flesh as she guided the well used horse through the crowd. Fewer ( Read more... )

The ride back into Oihear Dubh is different than the ride out. She no longer flees anything. She needs nothing more from the ride and her mare displays a similar lazy comfort. When she sees her subjects, her greeting is cordial and mood generous. It’s only fair when her unexpected presence nearly scares them out of their wits. News will travel far ( Read more... )

Somehow, even with rough bark abrading her back, Mab falls into a quiet, comfortable sleep. For the first time in months, no nightmares or conflicting dreams haunt her. Nor is this sleep the black and dreamless desperation that comes when her mind must shut everything out. Her Land sings to her in her dreams, wooing her attentions and affections ( Read more... )

Eventually, Mab gives up her perch in the tree to rest in the shade offered by its giant branches. Her mare has wandered far, but Mab enjoys that as part of the illusion of solitude. Everyone in her life was given a misdirect so that no one knows where to find her. She doesn’t want them today. They bring their own needs, wants, and obligations ( Read more... )