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Faery Prince Cailean
 Posted: Jun 1 2017, 11:57 AM
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Cailean had been through a trying few days, to say the least. He hated war and death. He was a gentle soul with a large amount of empathy for others. War brought the pain with it. He hated that pain. That's why he, as a pacifist, had refused involvement in the fighting. Instead, he had remained at the camp with the healers and his brother, Coin. He had taken charge of the healers, doing his best to manage the onslaught of injuries that arose. Honestly, it was overwhelming and Cai had to step out quite a few times to get a handle on himself and his emotions. Too much suffering and not enough magic to truly help all. He was a skilled healer, but there were some injuries that were beyond him. All he could do was make the poor soul comfortable and alert the next of kin. Those were the hardest conversations. The screams haunted him. They brought up memories of his own parents' deaths and that of his brother. The emotions that came with those memories made everything harder to handle.

At this point he was grateful for an escape. He needed to see Daisy. He needed to find some sanity in the throes of the chaos. He felt as if his heart were ready to explode from the heaviness and so he had gotten permission to take leave for a few days, to refresh himself and to return at his best. Right now, he was not at his best. He was bleary-eyed and exhausted.

Still, he wasn't returning home to Coille-Ban. That is not what he needed. No. What he needed was to see Daisy, the princess who had stolen his heart and soul. She would be the one whose presence alone made him feel better. She was what he needed to refresh his soul.

That is why he arrived in Soest, having stopped home to change his clothing (not wanting Daisy to see him covered in blood and looking war torn). He was quickly let into the palace, a palace a buzz with activity. The servant who had let him in warned him that the princess was panicked, as was the entire family. He warned Cailean to be prepared. Those words made the fae prince's heart drop. What was going on that had his love panicked? With the war going on, what could possibly have happened here? He had expected calm here, a refreshing feeling compared to Veroma. Yet, he was met with panic and anxiety. The feelings were practically tangible in the air.

Still, Cailean stood tall and still, his pale green wings visible as they had been pushed through cut openings in the back of the shirt he had forced himself to wear to Soest. He tried to keep his own demeanor calm, for Daisy's sake. However, he was unnerved by the atmosphere and it was hard to hide that.


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 Posted: Jun 24 2017, 09:01 PM
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don't leave me here at sixes and sevens
shot to pieces, begging the heavens
The usually peaceful and quietly at work palace of Soest was in chaos.

A land so often without tragedy or scandal, conflict or disaster, had now descended into a state of panic, and nowhere was that more evident than within the castle walls of the home of the Solberg house. A daughter had gone missing, and now that same daughter they discovered had actually been taken. And not just by anyone, oh no, but by the ‘Evil Queen’ of Veroma herself.

Daisy’s heart had already been breaking for them, aching in solidarity with the trial of the Veroman people. But until now the tyrant wreaking havoc in those isles had been a foreign news, a foreign conflict. Far from the steadily working Northern Kingdom of Soest. It had been separate, distant. Still upsetting whenever she would hear about some new tragedy but it was apart from her.

Now it was here. This foreign conflict so far away across a sea had creeped its insidious way right to the heart of Soest. The Queen had arrested one of their princess, telling tales of ‘trespassing’, declaring her an enemy to the Isles.

Daisy couldn’t believe it, she knew her sister. (Or at least she thought she had...)

Poppy. Her absence from the palace was glaring. It was painful. Every mealtime at which there was an empty chair where she should sit, the chamber that now sat empty down the corridor from Daisy’s own. Just thinking about her brought the painful sting of tears welling in the princess’ eyes. She could not imagine a world without her sisters in it, without any of the eleven of them Daisy loved so very dearly.

And now they were all being forced to imagine what had previously been impossible. Were all having to be forced to live in such a world.

They did not know yet what would come of the northern Princess arrested on foreign soil. Queen Narcissa White had informed them of no more than that, and it was the palace had folded under a great panic, a great looming sense of dread, and a crippling uncertainty as they waited to see what would happen to one of their own; a daughter of Soest. One of the ever so long line of twelve but no less important to her kingdom.

The notice had arrived via official messenger and ever since she’d heard the news from her father with the rest of their family, Daisy had been reeling. Trying to get it into her head what had truly happened. Trying, so very hard, to maintain the optimism she was known for, an optimism her family needed so desperately right now.

It would be fine, she told them and herself. It would all work out right in the end.

(But how could she know? How could it ever work out right when Poppy was in the hands and at the complete mercy of such a monster of a woman? The Evil Queen was not known for playing by the book, by playing fair at all. Would they even ever see her again?)

These agonisingly long hours seemed to pass so slowly at Soest and palace business had to continue on with some sense of normality at least. To keep the country going, to keep its people going.

So it was, with a great sense of relief that Daisy received the new of a surprise visitor at the palace. Of Cailean, her fae love, who by now was a familiar face amongst the royals and household staff. Right now, Daisy desperately needed someone to talk to, the lean on. To worry with. And she knew that Cai would always be there for her.

She’d finally got up properly after hearing of his arrival, allowing her ladies to dress her before hurrying from her chambers, along the grand corridors and down the regal staircases of the palace to the entryway where Cailean had been told to wait for her. Her eyes find him immediately; his familiar figure standing tall and straight at the other end of the hall, dressed in the shirt he always made sure to wear now on visits to her, his beautiful green-hued wings stretching out behind him.

The princess broke out into a run, hardly caring upon seeing him for how unladylike it would seem. She practically threw herself into Cailean’s arms. Wrapping her own tightly around his middle, hiding her face against his chest. Taking in the comforting feel of him here, with her, again, of his smell.

“Cai!” She finally found her voice again, his name escaping her in a tone already strangled by tears. “Cai, she’s gone.” The princess whispered tearfully against his chest, her fingers clinging tightly to the fabric of the back of Cailean’s shirt. As if just his very presence here could somehow make the world right again.

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Faery Prince Cailean
 Posted: Aug 1 2017, 12:05 AM
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Cailean had been sent to Soest to see Daisy. He had been sent there to calm his aching and despairing soul. The war and his duty healing had really sent his empathic heart into overdrive. He had become overwhelmed and he had broken down. Empathy, while a strength, could also be a weakness at times and in a place like Veroma where winning had taken a large toll, it had broken the fae prince down and he had needed to get away from it for a bit, to leave the healers in Coinneach’s capable hands and to find a place to calm down.

It had been Caitir who had found her brother, broken and overwhelmed. It had been his sister who had, eventually, suggested he take a break and go see Daisy, the mortal princess who had stolen his heart and who she felt might be able to ground him and help him to calm down and relax.

He didn’t plan to arrive when everyone was stressed out and panicked. Yet, he felt the panic and anxiety. His empathy trumped it all and Cailean knew something was seriously wrong. He could tell. The mystery, however, resided in what that something was. He took the messenger’s warning with a simple nod and a soft “thank you.”

Then, he waited for his love to arrive and tell him what was going on, why he felt such panic and upset.

He didn’t have to wait long. Before he knew it, Daisy was throwing herself into his arms and clinging to the back of his shirt. He took in her words, yet he blinked dumbly. She. She could be anyone. Daisy had eleven sisters. She had a mother. She. Who was this she that Daisy was speaking of and why was she missing?

Cailean looked at Daisy, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair and kissing the top of her head. He was working hard to appear calmer than he felt. His nerves were fraying between the war and now this. Yet, he felt the need to be the strong and calm force, especially now when Daisy was so clearly cracking. He could not crack. He had to do what he’d been sent here to do...calm down. So, he took a breath and kissed the top of Daisy’s head gently. Then, he finally spoke. “Who is gone, love? It will be okay. If I can help, I will and we will find it and fix it. It is going to be alright. I am here.” Cailean spoke his words in a gentle and calm voice. Yet, as with most things, the inflections were musical.


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 Posted: Aug 2 2017, 10:18 PM
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don't leave me here at sixes and sevens
shot to pieces, begging the heavens
She had not known him long, not truly. Not in the grand scheme of things, certainly not for Cai who had already lived so very much longer than she. Even then, even a hopeless romantic like she, could understand that much. And still in such a short time, Cai had become a vital part of her life, of her very existence. These days she could not ever imagine a life without her prince in it. Could not imagine any universe where they had not met beneath the moonlight that night.

It felt so right that Cai sat so heavily in her heart now. That is felt as if somehow she had always loved him. That is was he who could always bring her comfort, and his company Daisy always wished for.

In moments like these, ones so terrifying Daisy could hardly bare it at all, that she was so overjoyed to have someone like Cailean. Someone she knew would never just abandon her, not when she needed him most. She felt just that feeling, that inexplicable sense of comfort just by holding him in her arms again. It had been too long...anytime, she realised now, was too long to apart from him.

The princess dares a slight smile, one so desperate, at the feeling of his hand against her hair. Of the kiss pressed gently atop her head. “I missed you, Cai.” She wished tearfully against his chest, indulging that one confession. She knew he had more important matters to attend to right now than her, Cailean was aiding in a war alongside his sister. One to final put to rights the awful tragedy of Veroma. But to a human heart, it still didn’t matter, just as Daisy could not help loving him with all of it, she also couldn’t help missing him with all of it every second Cai was gone.

Who was gone? Oh. Oh, of course, of course, would Cai even know? The news surely the Queen was keeping from everyone but those she wished to torment here in Soest. And she had so many sisters, a dear mother, Daisy’s words could have meant anyone.

“Sorry, I-” The princess leant away from him, lifted her head from his chest so she might be able to look up into Cai’s face. Her blue eyes meeting his own. Her cheeks already painted with tears. “It’s Poppy, my sister. She’s been taken, Cai.” Daisy tried her hardest to keep her voice steady, to prevent her crying from swallowing up her fearful words altogether, but her attempt was all but futile. Her pale fingers reaching up from around him to wipe furiously at the tears falling from her eyes. “The Queen of Veroma arrested her. She sent a message.” She choked out, giving in then to her sobs once more. Both hands coming up to hide her tears.

Daisy shook her head softly. “We don’t know what to do! No one knows what to do!” Her desperate whispers too were hidden away behind her hands. Some futile pretence that she retained any composure.

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Faery Prince Cailean
 Posted: Aug 8 2017, 11:56 AM
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Now, as he holds Daisy in his arms, kissing her head and stroking her hair, he is glad to have stopped in Coille-Ban for clean clothing. He didn’t like wearing clothing in many cases, only wearing breeches most times. However, he did have a few shirts, with holes in the back for his wings, which he wore when he visited Daisy in Soest. He also had shoes, uncomfortable items that he loathed because he could not feel the dirt beneath his feet, which he worse in Soest as well. He had gone from Veroma to Soest rather quickly. He had changed out of the blood stained clothing he’d worn to heal, and into the shirt he always wore to Soest and those uncomfortable shoes. It actually made him smile slightly, at how normal this seemed despite the situation and the lingering, painful images.

Cailean knew what had happened to Daisy’s sister, at least that she had been taken by Snow’s stepmother and that she was not yet returned to them in Soest. Daisy’s words now made more sense, since he knew WHO she was referring to and didn’t have to worry that something else had occurred. He knew that Daisy would be upset. So, he had gone, hoping that being with her would be good for him, as well, even if he was comforting her more than anything else. He was a good listener. He was an empath. He was hurting, but being away from most of what was hurting him and being with someone he loved so much, his soul mate, was something he knew could help a bit. At least, he would no longer be overwhelmed, even if he put on a strong face for Daisy.

Cailean also had news of Daisy’s sister, having just come from Veroma where the war had ended. There was a heavy cost, but the point of Cailean being here was to escape that reality for awhile and to try to forget the images which haunted him now. So, he had news. News that it seemed had not yet reached those here in Soest, given the anxiety and sadness he was still feeling from the staff and royal family.

“I missed you too, Daisy. I am here though. It is alright.” He was alright. That was more than he could say for many of the people around him, many of the people he’d spent time with recently. They were not okay. Many were dying, dead or had lost so many close to them. The devastation of those he’d been surrounded by for the past 24 hours, 48 hours of aftermath even, was heartbreaking and Cailean had to close his eyes and take in Daisy’s sent to pull himself back to the present and try to forget the very images that had overwhelmed him and had him sent here in the first place.

As Daisy lifted her head to look up at him, he pulled her closer to him once more and kissed her forehead. He knew. “Well, I have some good news for you then.” Cailean told Daisy, smiling at the girl he had come to love more than words, the girl he considered his soul mate, who he held feelings for that were as natural as the sun that rose each day. “Your sister, Princess Poppy, is with Prince Adrian Charming. Queen Narcissa is gone, killed by Snow White herself.” He didn’t know a lot more than that. He didn’t know why she was with Prince Adrian and had not returned home. He didn’t know if she was 100% okay. He just knew that Narcissa was dead and Daisy’s sister was with one of the younger Charming princes, which he took to mean she was safe from what he knew of those princes.


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Princess Daisy Hähnsen
 Posted: Sep 20 2017, 08:32 PM
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don't leave me here at sixes and sevens
shot to pieces, begging the heavens
Nestled here, within his arms, her head against his chest and her tears spilling down her cheeks and into his shirt, Daisy felt a world more safe. Maybe it made no sense to be, for the situation had not changed. Her sister was still gone, taken into the hands of a tyrant...but Cai was here, and he was safe, and he was holding her. And to Daisy, it just meant the world to be with him. It made her feel so much stronger than she felt she normally was alone. Like she could face anything as long as she had his hand to hold.

He plants kisses on her head and strokes his fingers through her hair and just those small gestures make it feel like the world might have a hope of righting itself. Of returning their sister whole and unharmed, of tending to those poor souls in Veroma who Cailean had been away helping. He tells her he missed her too and Daisy nods against his chest, not wishing to ever let him go again. “Thank you, Cai.” She smiled up at him, his face blurred by the tears welling in her eyes. “Just having you here, it makes everything feel so much safer. So much more hopeful.” Daisy admitted freely, knowing it was the kind of thing others might tease her for. That nonsense that they put down to her romantic of a heart and the head of hers that rarely stopped dreaming.

Daisy managed to find the words to explain the problem, Poppy’s kidnapping, masquerading as an arrest, which had sent the whole of Soest into turmoil, and its royal family into panic. She leant away from him, tried her hardest to keep her voice level and clear so she didn’t choke on all her words entirely. Though she managed to tell him, Daisy’s battle with her tears was a futile one. And she finished whilst furiously wiping them away, her delicate fingers brushing at the space beneath her eyes. Spreading her tears to form wet streaks under both eyes.

But Cai is there, pulling her back into his warm embrace once more, planting a kiss on her forehead which lifts a smile on the princess’ lips despite herself. “Well, I have news for you then.” His voice, it sounded so steady, so hopeful. Like this news could only be good news. Daisy’s heart immediately allowed itself to hope the most it could, to dream for the very best. From where she’d rested her head back against his chest, the princess lifted her face to look into his again.

Her eyes shine with tears and with hope.

A visible sigh of relief escapes Daisy’s chest upon hearing Cai’s next words. A relief that showed itself on the brightest of smiles which lit up her face once more. A contrast to the redness of her eyes and the tears which still clung to her cheeks.

“Poppy’s safe! And the Queen is dead? Really? Truly, Cai?” She exclaimed with such an elation, searching his face. Breaking out of their embrace a moment to reach both hands to cover her mouth in joyful surprise. Hardly leaving room for the faery to answer before continuing on, knowing in her heart that Cai would never lie to her. Especially not about something as important as this. “Oh my goodness, she’s safe! She’s safe, oh, Cai, this is wonderful!” Without a moment’s pause, Daisy has embraced him again, wrapping her arms tightly around her dearest and truest love.

“Prince Adrian?” Daisy finds in her relief the ability to laugh lightly again at that piece of information. She knew of course of the friendship fostered between the daughter of Soest and son of Far, Far Away, the two of them had been quite the hellraisers in earlier years. She’d sensed a distance between them though, neither had much visited the other. Not since the prince’s long disappearance. But Daisy didn’t like to speculate too much about something she knew little about but if that was the case, then the princess knew that her sister was in safe hands. And she hoped that that meant the two had repaired whatever it was that had come between them in the first place.

The princess released the both of them from their embrace once more, not able to wipe the beaming smile lighting up her features. “Cai, I don't even have the words to say how wonderful this is!” She practically squealed, at a loss for words other than an explanation that she was at a loss for words.

“Come, we must bring the good news to everyone!” It was then she took his hand in hers and began to head back towards the palace. A few slow steps before Daisy gave up entirely and broke into a run. Filled with a sudden and complete lightness of heart.

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Faery Prince Cailean
 Posted: Sep 22 2017, 10:45 AM
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Cailean was glad to provide Daisy comfort, especially as he had not been feeling like himself since the war began. He had grown listless and hopeless. He had felt that despite all those he had helped, he had failed just as many. The typically optimistic fae, had struggled with the aftermath of the war, even with it “won.” He hadn’t been able to sleep or rest. He hadn’t been able to stomach much food. He had been far from himself. Yet, to hear Daisy say that he helped her just being there made him feel a bit better, like something in the world had finally begun to right itself.

Cailean did his best to mask his emotions, to hide how hopeless and despairing he felt all this time. It would not do Daisy good to see that. Plus, being here with Daisy was just as good for his soul and his own state of my mind, as it seemed to be for her. His own hope was renewed as he looked at Daisy.

“Really. I would not lie to you. The evil queen is dead and your sister is no longer with her.” Cailean reiterated, as Daisy moved away excitedly. He knew that this would be good news for those in Soest. He knew that they needed to hear this. That is why he’d jumped at the suggestion of going to see Daisy and telling the Hahnsens this news himself. He needed to be here, just as much as Daisy needed him and the Hahnsens needed to hear this news.

“Yes, Prince Adrian. I do not exactly know why that is where she is, but I know that she is with Prince Adrian. Are the two friends?” Cailean didn’t know the connection between the Hahnsens and Charmings. So, he didn’t know why Poppy would be with Prince Adrian, nor why Daisy seemed a bit amused by it. Still, he offered a smile to his love, glad she seemed to be happier knowing Poppy was safe.

Cailean let Daisy lead him toward the rest of her family, knowing this news needed to be shared. When she broke into a run, he let go of her hand, simply following her. While she was bursting with happiness and was renewed by this news, Cailean was still exhausted from lack of rest and sleep. He was not quite able to run at the moment. So, he followed her, letting his wings flutter and lift him off the ground slightly and moving him quicker after her.


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 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 08:05 PM
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shot to pieces, begging the heavens
With her hands clasped lightly over her mouth, Daisy looked up to Cai with eyes gleaming with the gladness and sheer relief in her heart. Poppy was safe. Her darling sister was away from that woman and was finally safe. Despite her overjoyed ramblings, Cai somehow manages to get a word in edgeways. Repeating that amazing news for her, proming her that it was real. Yes, she knew, of course she did, Daisy knew Cai would never lie to her about something like this.

“The plan must have worked then.” She spoke quietly into Cai’s chest, her arms around him again. Sharing this joy with the one person who had brought it to her, this final resting of her frayed nerves and fragile spirits. “I was so worried for them. For them all.” Rose had brought news back of the plan concocted in Faldor, a scheme which Daisy had tried to hold all her hopes for but couldn’t help but fret over the safety of everyone involved instead. Those literally heading into a warzone, and putting themselves in direct confrontation with a woman who seemed to have a thing for ‘arresting’ foreign royals on her soil, not to mention her absolute tyranny of Veroma’s natives.

Are the two friends? He asked and Daisy leant out of their embrace a moment to look up into her beloved’s face. Her brow creases in thought. They had been. For a long time, they’d been very close. Daisy had always noticed they seemed to have rather a lot in common. Both born to mischief certainly...perhaps, perhaps this all meant they were getting back to that…

“Yes,” she answers after only a few seconds pause. “They were very close when they were younger. Like brother and sister.” The princess added, knowing she spoke of the past tense and so wishing she didn’t feel like she had to when it came to her sister and the Charming prince. “So Poppy’s at Valthan then? I wonder why they brought her there instead of bringing her home?” Daisy mused out loud, not really expecting any answers when Cailean had already expressed his own ignorance of the matter. The princess was determined that there must be some good reason for it, the Charmings were all of good character, and assuming the rescue attempt had all gone according to plan, it would have been the party from Valthan bringing her back from Veroma.

They’d not heard news yet of course, of whether this rather hurriedly thrown together plan had worked out...but by the sounds of Cai’s words, it had! It was rather a distance from Valthan to Soest, Daisy thought, no doubt a messenger must be on their way north already. On the long trip up to Soest’s palace.

Though, it seemed like they’d be out of a job to do now.

The princess couldn’t contain herself, so excited she was to tell her family and the palace the good news. That their beloved daughter and sister and princess was safely back on these shores, even if she wasn’t quite home yet, she was in good hands. And Daisy was sure they’d be seeing her again soon. Daisy’s legs moved without her really thinking about it, knowing only that she needed to share this news as fast as possible. She broke out into a run, a sprint, soon losing Cailean’s hand from hers but trusting him to keep up.

The sound of her footsteps disappeared, only to be replaced by the sound of his beating wings. Her pace never broke, as she raced through the palace doors left open for her return, blonde hair streaming loose behind her. As she navigated the corridors, only slowing her pace slightly, to find the study where she knew her parents were taking a meal together.

The guard at the door opened the door up to the princess and her faery prince with a rather baffled expression, letting them in regardless of the confusion their little scene was clearly making. Daisy only stopped once she was past the threshold, once she saw her mother and father’s faces looking at her expectantly. She stood tall then, waiting until she felt Cailean’s presence behind her before she announced, the sheer joy written all over her expression; “We have the most wonderful news!”

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The palace was practically buzzing with activity now. With conversation and hurried spreading of the word, mouth to mouth as the joyous news made its steady way about the palace. The princess was safe. Not yet home but safe. Away from the terrifying spell of the evil witch now dead. No doubt her parents were already organising some message to send to Valthan for more information. Daisy would hardly be surprised either if Valthan palace found a party from Soest arriving at its doors at some point in the near future.

Daisy stood outside the room her parents had just left her by, a beaming smile on her lips that she couldn’t erase if she tried. She looked over to Cailean who stood by her side, and reaching over, her fingers easily finding his again. That smile somehow grew even brighter.

“Oh, Cai!” The princess exclaimed suddenly, pulling their hands towards her. “I never got the chance to show you my bedchambers before!”

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Faery Prince Cailean
 Posted: Nov 19 2017, 10:12 PM
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Cailean just followed Daisy, a smile on his face, albeit a forced one. He had been struggling throughout the war. Running the tent of healers had really and truly impacted Cailean. By the time the war was “won,” Cailean was exhausted both physically and emotionally. He had been found breaking down two separate times, first by Coira and then by Cait. It was upon their suggestion, once things had settled down and his presence was no longer needed, that he came to Soest to deliver good news. They knew that bringing good news would be welcome to Cailean and they knew that Daisy’s presence would be good for his soul. Both were fair and true assessments.

Still, Cailean couldn’t help but feel out of place, an exhausted and downtrodden fae in a palace buzzing with excitement due to the news he brought. As Daisy’s hand slipped from his, he followed her, flying after her. Still, he felt as if he was intruding as he flew after her, his own emotional state making him struggle to keep up the pretense of excitement. He kept up the act though, for Daisy’s sake and that of her family. He wanted them to be excited, as he knew this was good news for them.

Cailean stood by and watched as Daisy shared the news. He confirmed it when asked and otherwise just allowed himself to be a spectator, glad to have delivered something positive out of the negative situation.

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Cailean just followed Daisy like a puppy. When she was left outside a room, he stood beside her. Right now, he was lacking sleep and was, therefore, quieter than usual. As Daisy’s fingers found his again, lacing between his own, Cailean turned to smile at Daisy. As tired as he was, just being in Daisy’s presence brought a smile to his face. He really did need this.

Cailean looked at her questioningly at her words. “No, you did not. I suppose now is as good a time as any. Though, is that appropriate?” He was still learning what was appropriate for humans. The fae did not live the same way. In fact, Cailean often slept under the moonlight, in the grass, free. He didn’t ever have to worry about showing his bedchambers. No, Daisy had seen his lands, the Coille-Ban with the white-barked trees. She had slept under the stars, beside him and walked in the moonlight. It truly seemed a different world when compared to this one and Cailean always wanted to ensure that he was following the appropriate social rules, rules he was still learning as he went along.


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 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 09:20 AM
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It felt good, this time, once more, to be part of such frantic business, of such noise in every sense of the word. It was like back those days ago, when the notice of her sister’s arrest had arrived at the Solbergs’ door that had shattered them all; there had been this much noise sounding through the castle back then too. Messages being passed, meetings being held, the elder princesses doing whatever they could to distract the younger princesses, all the while these walls creeped with whispers, as the entire world seemed in that moment to be discussing their lives. And the lives of one particular ‘dancing princess’.

This noise was all at once the same and different. Meetings and messages and whispers. Daisy had only just watched her parents leave, after embracing her and thanking her beloved, they had gone to settle a meeting, to decide what it was they were to do next and how best to go about communicating with Valthan.

This time was different, for Daisy had a grin on her face that wouldn’t fall instead of that deep panic in her being. The noise this time only made her smile more as the castle erupted in relief and joy and next steps, rather than a grief and a fear for what might be to come.

The plan had worked. Daisy made a mental note to talk to Rose the first chance she had. As soon as her parents had decided what they were all to do next, Daisy knew she must speak to Prince Adrian at some point too.

But Cailean, her lovely Cai, had brought this wonderful news back with him. And Daisy felt all at once complete again with this trial of their family’s near over and Cailean returned to her, even if it were just for a short while.

She looks up at him as he glances to her. His expression full of questions. Daisy knew that even after the months they’d been together, that her world still confused him greatly sometimes, that there were still moments it would throw up some odd custom that would knock him off guard completely. Just as Cailean’s world still confused and amazed her on a regular basis. They both still had a lot to learn, but their hearts were open and their love was true. And Daisy was already so very proud of all Cailean had learnt and endured for her sakes, to fit in here as much as faery could, to not upset the gentle balance of a human royal household.

“Now would be a most wonderful time!” The princess exclaimed brightly, her eyes lighting up. “You’re finally here and again and all is right with the world again! And we never quite did have the time before.” Whenever Cailean was here, they were always so mixed up in other activities, in royal engagements and the meeting of her rather large family, that Daisy had never quite found the opportunity to sneak off alone with him. It was not a very respectable thing to do. Not for an unmarried woman of her royal standing, to go off alone with a man.

But people knew of them now, her family knew him. And Daisy was certain they trust him well enough by now that the rather intimate location of her bedchambers wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows.

And yet, the princess can’t help giggling when he asks her whether it was appropriate. “Maybe not,” she smiled almost mischievously. “But, right now, I don’t think anyone will really notice us, do you?” She looked around her, at the castle still milling with its usual activity. Caught up in the whirlwind of the news of Poppy’s freedom, surely there would be hardly an eye nor a mind turned to them.

“Come on! I’ve waited ever so long to show you, Cai!” She reached up a planted a quick kiss on his cheek, her fingers lingering by his cheek a moment before she set off down the corridor, that bright grin still not leaving her lips. Guiding Cailean along by the hand behind her.

It was different on his end of things, the princess knew that all too well. Though some species of fae built houses, entire underground settlements, most did not desire shelter the way humans did. Far more of them didn’t care either for their love of material possessions. Cailean didn’t have a home like Daisy would describe one. He had no building where he lived, not even his sister, the Queen of all their people, had some grand palace in fairyland like all those childhood stories spoke of. No, she’d spent time with him and his people, they slept outside. Under the trees, under the stars, in the moonlight. Creatures so connected to nature, they cared not to protect themselves from it as humans needed to.

But Daisy did live in a palace, with its gleaming hallways and opulent decor. And the most intimate part of this whole building to her were of course her own chambers. Where she slept, or rather most often didn’t sleep most nights, where she kept all her personal belongings.

It a few minutes, they stood outside her door on one of the upper floors of the castle. She shared an almost nervous smile with him before letting go of his hand. Twisting the handle with one hand and pushing the heavy door open with the other, she invited him in. “Here we are!” Standing there, holding the door wide open for him, her eyes are drawn to her chambers. For the first time in what felt like ever, she looked at her rooms with a scrutinising eye. Almost self-consciously, wondering all the while what she’d think.

Her bed, with its four dark posts, lay against the centre wall of the room. Light streamed in through the window seat which she more often than not spent more time in than her own bed. Bookshelves lined another wall, with even more borrowed books from the castle’s library spilling over onto chairs and side tables. The rest of the space was predominantly occupied by her large personal collection of instruments. A large harp the crowning glory of one particular corner, with music sheets neatly arranged across several stands, tables, and in tidy piles on the floor.

Her eyes fall back on her beloved, watching him, waiting for his reaction. She closed the door quietly behind him in the hope they wouldn’t be disturbed and stood with her hands clasped behind her back. So, what do you think?” She takes a step in from near the doorway and shoos him further in. “I don’t mind you looking around at all, Cai.”

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 Posted: Mar 8 2018, 10:22 AM
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Cailean needed this break. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Yet, he had done his best to keep a smile upon his face and to keep his steps and wings light. He didn’t want to bring positive news to Daisy’s family, while looking somber. So, he’d hid his own exhaustion and sorrow to shield them from it and he’d watched with joy as they celebrated in excitement. His heart felt a bit lighter just being here and knowing that he’d brought joy rather than the sorrow and grief he’d left behind in Veroma.

Cailean did his best to smile and keep up with Daisy’s excitement. He was excited to be here, just as she was excited to have him here, but he was also bone tired, unsure when he’d last slept. Still, he kept his grin upon his face and nodded. “Well then, show me! I’m open to it. Anything you want, love.” He was. Despite how he was feeling inwardly, he did his best to demonstrate the same openness and flexibility that he always showed her.

He nodded as she responded to his curiosity, to his question of whether it would be appropriate. “No I do not suppose they will….they are far too distracted by the good news I bore.” He stated, his tone as serious as he could be at times. He was still learning to lighten up more around Daisy and her family. He was still adjusting to the differences between his own culture and that of the human royals he was spending more time around because of Daisy.

Cailean nodded and smiled as Daisy laid a gentle kiss upon his lips and let her hand linger on his cheek for a moment. He truly needed this time with Daisy. He could already feel his mood lightening and the heaviness and sorrow that had kept him from resting, from sleeping, was already lifting slowly but surely. Daisy had the effect on him. She was his light in the darkness. She was his heart and soul right now and this was the “medicine” he had needed, just as Caitir had suspected.

Cailean allowed Daisy to lead him by the hand. To him, the palace was like a maze. He had no connection to such material items as those that adorned these walls and rooms. Hell, he had a hard time keeping up with the many directions of the hallways, without the natural light shining through at all times. He slept outside, under the stars and trees, upon the soft grass. To him, a palace was confining and closed off. He didn’t like that. Still, he knew humans needed this protection. They were made for survival, as Caitir had said, but they could not survive open exposure to the elements the way the fae could. They did not have the same connection to nature and the safety it provided. So, while he didn’t like it, he understood it and was learning to adapt, for Daisy, to get by and make it work for them.

When the arrived at Cailean’s chambers, he took it in. He looked around at the bed, the one he knew she did not often sleep within, and the surrounding furniture and items scattered and adorning the room. He saw the books, scattered throughout the room, and the seat by the window that seemed well-loved. He saw the instruments, a smile gracing his face as he imagined Daisy playing them, the sound probably breathtakingly beautiful in it’s own way.

As Daisy told him it was alright to look around, he found himself moving toward the instruments, touching them gently before looking back at his love. “Do you think you could play something for me? I…..I have had a rather trying and exhausting few days and time spent with you is just the remedy I needed. I think I would very much like to hear you play something, my love.” Cailean stated, moving back toward Daisy and reaching out to take her face in his hands and to lay a tender kiss upon her cheek. “Caitir sent me here, to you, thinking it would do my heart some good and I must say she was not wrong. I feel much lighter, happier just being here in your presence and seeing the things so important to you.”

Cailean hated to move away from his love, but he knew if he wished her to play he would have to. So, he moved to the window seat, somewhere he could look out upon nature while listening to the beautiful music he knew his love would play. He watched her, seeking the peace that only came from admiring her beauty and drinking in her essence, the things he loved about her.


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 Posted: Apr 8 2018, 09:01 PM
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After her grand introduction, the princess hovers by the doorway of her own bedchambers. Leaning slightly against th heavy wood door, her eyes never leaving her love. Watching his face, trying to gauge his reaction. For some odd reason, Daisy felt all of a sudden very self-conscious about her chambers. After all, they were in their own way a little piece of her, laid out in front of Cailean now to look over as he wished.

She was well aware this was all still new to him, even for someone as old as Cai was. He didn’t have too much in the way of intimate experience with the lives of humans, and the way his people lived was so different to way hers did. Cailean did not come from a life of palaces, he didn’t even come from a life with great royal houses and inherited thrones. But that didn’t matter one bit to Daisy, she was just as excited to show him her rooms regardless.

Her gaze follows the prince as he tooks steps into the room. Daisy turned to close the door softly behind them, and give them just a little bit of privacy. So, what do you think?” She asks just before turning around to him again. Seeing now that he was by her instruments, watching as he reached out to touch one of them.

A bright smile slowly grows on Daisy’s lips at the sight.

She should have known, if Cailean was going to be drawn to anything here, it would be her music. He knew how passionate she was about it; just as she was about the nighttime, and the stars, and the flowers. All the things she would never stop talking about once you got her started.

(She’d once been that way about the water too. About oceans and rivers and lakes and waterfalls. She’d speak in that tone of wonder like she used to. These days, she couldn’t bring herself to even think of them.)

Daisy is nodding along to his words before he’s even finished speaking. “Of course I will, Cai.” She agrees softly before he’s even finished the request. For Cai, she thinks she’d readily do anything. And one song was well within her capabilities. Daisy just silently hoped now she did the music justice when it mattered.

He moved back towards her and Daisy stands and waits for him to get close. Taking him in all over again, closing her eyes as he places a chaste kiss on her cheek. “I think I know just the song.” The princess whispers, eyes opening slowly to reveal the bright excitement within them. “Oh, I really hope you like it...” A love of music was one thing the two of them shared, right from the very beginning. Though their two cultures had two different ways of performing, of writing, of playing, the passion for music seemed to bridge such a gap easily. It was one thing that Daisy so adored about music; its power to unite people.

She wraps her arms around Cailean almost on instinct as he begins speaking again, of how his sister had sent him here from the war he’d been wrapped up in. The Queen of all the fae, sending her brother to her, because her company was just what Cai had needed. Daisy rests her head against him in silent support, smiling against him. “I’m glad to hear you’re feeling a little happier here.” She lifts her head from him and plants a quick kiss against his lips.

“If I can only make you happy, Cai, then I’ll be the happiest woman alive.” The princess tells him most sincerely. A smile dancing in her eyes.

She lets go of their embrace and Cailean heads of to take a seat in her favourite place by one of her windows. Her smile grows all the brighter just at the knowledge that her beloved had shared that favourite of seats now. It was only a moment before Daisy remembered what she’d promised him, and soon took her own place by the large harp in the corner of her chambers. The crowning glory of her room. She takes a seat on the stool always sat beside the instrument, her fingers gently gliding over the strings. Reminding herself how they felt again.

Daisy threw a slightly nervous smile Cailean’s way before beginning. It was a well-known and well-loved song of Soest, a song she so loved that she’d long ago memorised its notes and had never once forgotten its tune. Daisy easily loses herself in the spiralling melody, like she always did. Knowing just how much more special this performance was than all others, because she was playing for her love.

For this small moment, it feels as if they were the only two creatures in all the world.

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 Posted: Apr 27 2018, 09:11 PM
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Material possessions and property did not hold the same meaning to Cailean as they did to human beings. The fae did not live as humans did. No. They had their own way of life, often more at home in nature than confined by palace walls. Still, he understood why humans lived differently and he liked to learn about it, to get a taste of it. Plus, loving Daisy he’d understood he needed to compromise. He needed to live in and see her world, just as she needed to see his. It was what one did when they were in love and Cai would do anything for Daisy in a heartbeat.

“I….” Cailean paused. He didn’t like to speak unless he felt what he had to say was important. Right now, he was not so sure of that. He needed to find the words before speaking. The palace and Daisy’s room was no doubt beautiful. Yet, he still preferred his open space. Still, looking around it was very much a place he imagined Daisy calling home. Her very essence seemed to exude from every aspect, with the things she loved, that made her...her...clearly seen within this space. “I think that it is very much you. I cannot imagine another place holding so much of who you are.” Cailean stated. The fae did not inhabit spaces the same way. Due to their connection to nature, their footprints and impacts on the world were not quite as visible as this. So, it was strange to Cailean, but he explained it as best he could.

Cailean, naturally, was drawn to Daisy’s instruments. Music. That was one thing he knew they had in common. Music was a universal language and Cailean loved seeing the instruments and knowing that this was one thing they shared, one meaning they could relate to without their differences getting in the way or causing confusion.

Cailean smiles as she agrees to play for him. Then, the distance is bridged and after his own kiss is upon her cheek, after he reveals why he had been sent here, she is kissing his lips and a smile comes to his face, as his eyes close and he just takes in the feeling of her soft lips upon his own. He moves to cup her face in his hands. As he pulls away, he opens his eyes to look into hers. “Thank you, love.” Cailean says. She really didn’t seem to grasp just how much he needed this and how much her presence alone was healing for Cailean. He dreaded the day he’d lose her and what once healed would hurt. Yet, he pushed that thought from his mind, choosing to remain in this moment where her eyes were shining before him and they spoke of happiness, not grief. “My love, you always make me happy. Caitir would not have sent me had she suspected it would do anything but bring back my happiness and dispel the sorrow from my heart and already, you have done just that.”

Cailean takes a seat by the window when they part, a seat where he can view nature out the window, yet also take in every bit of Daisy and the beautiful song he was certain she was going to play for him.

As Daisy begins to play, Cailean watches her. He watches the way her face seems to relax and serenity seems to over take her. He watches the sheer beauty of that look. If she could look more beautiful, he would say she did now. Cailean cannot help himself, after listening for a few moments, he began to sing, adding his own words in his own language to the melody that it seemed was so familiar and beautiful to Daisy. Two cultures merged, just as two beings merged in love.


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