Asteria lay sprawled out, naked spare a thin drape of white silk, loosely covering her buttocks and milky, upper thighs. The excess material spilled over the edge of her bed onto the mossy, woodland floor of her living quarters.
She sighed, blowing a long strand of white, blonde hair out of her striking green eyes. It was a balmy midsummer's night and though she didn't sweat, for fairies do no such thing, she did feel uncomfortable but at least she had brought some relief to herself.
"What I would do to return to Chion!" She had exclaimed to nobody but the sticky, night air, "to wear my furs and capes, to flit around the icy caverns and dance in the powdery snow...this climate is just not for me!"
Asteria turned over, pulling the silk up and around her, her small breasts silhouetted against it, her hard areoles still aroused from where she'd just masturbated, grazing the delicate fabric. Six months she'd been here, six months and he had still not graced her presence.
She didn't know what she hated more, the fact she'd been given as though she were a gift, or that the bastard that she now called her husband or her master, (she was unsure which he was to her) hadn't laid a finger on her.
What was not to like? He hadn't even been the one to collect her from her father's palace, he'd sent Cullen, his trusted friend and advisor in his place. The journey from Cion to Dendron had been in complete silence, though he hadn't taken his beady black eyes off of her, not for even a second.
Her father had told her to watch her mouth, for he knew how loose her tongue could be. So although she could think of many things she wanted to say to this creep, she kept silent and gazed out as demurely as she could at the passing landscape.
"Their kind are not as ours are Asteria," Her father had told her, "Keep your opinions to yourself, ensure you always look your best and do exactly what is asked of you. Nothing can go wrong if you adhere to those simple rules. Don't disappoint me any more than you already have done, daughter."
What touching parting words for the man who had pulled her birthright from under her feet, all because he'd caught her in bed with her lover. And yet, she would make that same 'mistake' again in a heartbeat, if it meant spending five more minutes feeling the heat of her body against her lover's naked flesh.