Selene leads me to my room after that and then leaves without much further ado, leaving me to my thoughts.
The room I'm in is up high, above the great hall and far above Selene's underground quarters, it's small and circular with very little decoration but a beautiful view of a massive forest and mountain scape around me. It has a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and a chest. I can barely hear the wild music here and everything smells faintly of cinnamon.
So, here I am. I'd done it, I'd gone through with it, I'm an official member of the Seelie court.
And yet, I find myself with a foul taste in my mouth now that I have time to think, time to process everything that had happened.
I've given in to them. I've let go of everything and let them use me without any resistance, I've been exposed in front of a huge room of people, I just told a woman I'd only known for a day the details of one of the most intimate moments of my life while she pushed a blowjob on me and then she'd fucked me.
I didn't resist when Morgain 'blessed' me with this apparently eternal hardon. I didn't do damn thing to stop any of what was happening and it looks like there was going to be much more.
I feel disgusted with myself, I used to be a noble son of son of house Canterdon, rapidly rising through the Mages Association.
And now this has happened, and now I've become... This.
And yet... I can't say I haven't enjoyed it. Even when my cock was bare against my will before the eyes of dozens of Elfkind I still on some level enjoyed it.
When Morgain was making me cum in front of her (Admittedly that easily could have been the spell) I had enjoyed it.
When Selene was utterly dominating me, I had enjoyed it.
I've always had so much expected of me, so much that I'm just supposed to be. A loyal knight, a cunning politician, a powerful mage, a top-marks student and athlete.
I was meant to be perfect, the most useful tool that I could possibly be for my older brother, for when he ruled.
Father had had that all planned out, using the family Geas to make everyone else follow along in his scheme. His vision.
I had to keep up perfect appearances, yet still be able to move in less official circles, I had to be poised and elegant, yet easily dropped to brutality.
He had meant for me to be a weapon and a tool. House Canterdon, to rule over the mages association, to banish the power of the seven that ruled it, and finally to bring magic out of the shadows and to rule over the empty minds.
I don't know his whole plan, he probably would have told me after Erin, my brother, died. But now.... His plans have fallen apart. He's left with one dying son, one son too young to be of much use and... Me.
The traitor.
Maybe that's why I'm enjoying all of this. Maybe I fucking deserve to be humiliated. At least then I retain the honor of my oath to Morgain. Maybe I'm just beginning to repent.
All of this was done for honorable reasons, right? I can't be this emperor my Father wants, I'm not the man my brother was, I had to do it to protect them. Right?
There are no answers for me in the rapidly setting sun.
The forest holds no sage advice.
The mountains remain utterly stoic.
I have to hold on to this. I am doing what is right. Giving myself to the Seelie will protect my family in the long run.
I try to force myself to believe that as I strip down to my boxers and then climb into the bed and close my eyes, deeply breathing in the reassuring scent of cinnamon.
Yet as a drift off to sleep, I find the foul taste has yet to leave my mouth.
When I awaken it is to someone gently knocking on my door.
"Enter." I say, my voice drowsy as some part of me tries to go back to sleep.
I had been having a wonderful dream, I can't really remember the details, but I remember this feeling of safety and this huge golden oak tree.
The door opens and an elfkind walks in, she's dressed in a simple old style maid's uniform with a white apron, a brown shirt and puffy sleeves, her black, tangled hair is done up in a simple ponytail behind her head. Her eyes are both the clear blue except for large black pupils, she is as fair as all elfkind, but unusually busty, double D's at least and she seems slightly chubby.
She bows, showing off her cleavage.
"Lady Morgain requests that I see thou get dressed and be ready to head down into the great hall for the morning repast."
I nod and look around, only to see that my jeans and shirt were gone.
"Do you know what happened to my clothes?" I ask, yawning and stretching.
"They were unsuitable, I'm supposed to escort thou to the tailor to get them replaced." The maid explains.
I sigh and get out of bed, and am a little shocked when the maid curses.
"Thou are still wearing those silly things?!" She exclaims, pointing at my boxers.
"Uh... Yeah." I say, shifting uncomfortably.
I don't like where this is going.
"Milady says that she wanted all of thy old clothes done away with." The maid says, her tone authoritative and commanding.
"Surely that's not necessary." I say, trying to stop the blush creeping up my face. "Surely she would not worry herself over these."
"I care not if she worries herself," The maid says. "It's mine own neck on the line and thou human foolishness is not worth that to me."
I can't really argue with that, so I don't resist as she sits me back down upon the bed and pulls the boxers off, quickly shoving them into her apron pocket.
I am however mildly surprised when she tells me to stay put then leaves the room for a moment, returning with a pair of simple woolen briefs.
"These will not be entirely comfortable." The maid says. "But I would not want to make the wrong impression on thy. I do not glory in humiliation for its own sake, I simply do not wish to anger Her."
"I... Thank you." I take the briefs from her and pull them on. "Why didn't you just ask me to take them off and give them to you around the door or something?"
The maid smiles cheekily. "I may not glory in thy humiliation, but I am still of Seelie." She lets her eyes drift over my body. "I simply wished to see the one milady sent me to collect in all his glory."
I chuckle lightly. "Ah, well thank you. What's your name?"
"I am Fidelma." She says simply.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." I stand up. "Shall we be going?"
She nods. "That would be good, follow me."
She turns and walks down out of my room, I follow.
"So, how big is this place?" I ask.
"Lady Morgain's home is of unending size when she wills it." Fidelma responds, leading me down the hall to the staircase. "Barring the great hall and a few of the other rooms it is mostly fluid."
"Oh, thanks." I say, not all that surprised.
The title 'Second General of the Seelie' comes with quite a few perks.
"Have you been here long?" I ask, following her down the staircase.
"Yes, I've lived here my entire life." Fidelma responds. "I was chosen from my home, and taken here by Morgain's knights."
I don't press that.
The politics and caste system of the Elfkind is not something to be trifled with, their peasants are cast out of the Elfkind's towns and cities and made to live in little hamlets unless they're lucky enough to be brought in to do a job that the rest of Elfkind consider beneath them.
The wilds of the underhill are a dangerous place, and even banded together unlucky pheasants could be wiped out within an hour.
