“So, I heard that you were excited about something,” Her mother advised. Bronwyn nodded with a smile.
“There’s a special someone I met in the village the other day,” Bronwyn advised.
“A special someone?” Her mother repeated with a grin. Bronwyn nodded in reply.
“Yeah! I saved he-them in the marketplace and they showed me something amazing!” She chirped.
“Well, maybe that someone will be your king one day,” Her mother suggested. Bronwyn paused for a moment. She forgot that she hasn’t come out to her yet. She didn’t know how she’d react if she told her that king would actually be a queen. She put down her fork, pulled her chair back to stand, put her finished plate and fork in the sink, and now nervously folded her hands in front of her.
“I’d like to go up to my room now,” She requested.
“You’re excused,” Her mother accepted, watching as she dashed out of the kitchen and up to her room.
There was something up. She was going to get to the bottom of it. She ordered two of the servants to go up into her room and watch her in secret. What they saw was surprising. Bronwyn was singing a love song about a girl named Ainsley. The guards quickly returned to tell the Duchess of what they’ve seen. The Duchess was appalled and called upon a mandatory meeting for Ainsley and Laire at exactly noon.
Bronwyn got herself ready for a quaint picnic date for she and Ainsley in the meantime. She headed out before noon but was stopped by a guard at the door. He told her that she had to stay inside for royal reasons. He also told her that guests were coming, and that she couldn’t leave until they left.
She nodded and set the picnic basket on the table and idling in the throne room for a bit. When she heard the door open, she quickly hid behind a wall. Thankfully, it was just her mother and some guards.
At noon, she was just about to leave the throne room when she heard the door open again. She peeked behind the wall and saw Ainsley and Laire stand before The Duchess. Bronwyn’s heart fluttered, and she felt joyful. Though, there was another feeling with it. that feeling was worry. Why did her mother suddenly call them here? Did Ainsley or Laire do anything wrong? She listened in closely on their conversation.
“My liege, why did you call us here?” Laire inquired.
“I came here to talk to you and your daughter about something. Your daughter especially,” The Duchess stated, giving a suspicious glare to Ainsley. She looked away, awkwardly rubbing her arm.
“Whatever she did, I’m sorry. I take full responsibility for it,” Laire apologized, bowing in honor.
“I don’t want your apology. I want an explanation,” The Duchess spoke. “Did you or did you not have any interaction with my daughter?”
“To be honest, we did. But only because she saved my daughter at the marketplace,” Laire advised.
“My daughter suddenly has a romantic interest in your daughter. Why is that?” The Duchess interrogated.
“I don’t know, my liege,” Laire responded.
“What spell did your daughter put my daughter under?” The Duchess demanded. “I know she’s a dirty siren, so you will tell me what spell she put my daughter under!”
“Do not call her that! She can be in love with your daughter if she wants! Just let her be happy!” Laire stated, holding Ainsley close to her. Bronwyn gasped and paused at her mother’s poison words towards her lover. She felt angry and sad. How could she say that about her love? She wanted to stop this, but she didn’t know how just yet.
“You shan't speak to me that way, peasant!” The Duchess roared, stomping her foot in rage. “I forbid your daughter from ever seeing my daughter again! If she even steps foot near her, I’ll execute both of them! If you ever try to leave, I’ll execute all three of you!”
Ainsley and Bronwyn gasped as if the air they breathed was stolen from their lungs. Bronwyn had heard enough and went in between Ainsley, her mother, and her own mother with a newfound rage.
“This has to stop now!” She exclaimed, extending her arms and using them as a barrier between them.
“Bronwyn, go back to your room! This shouldn’t concern you!” Her mother demanded.
“You included me, so I will be involved!” Bronwyn stated. “I love Ainsley, and you can’t stop that! Threaten all you want, but you will never separate us!”
“Very well. Then I shall call for your execution,” The Duchess snarled, getting up and ordering the guards to capture them. Ainsley and Laire ran towards the door. Bronwyn tried to run with them but two guards held her back.
“Ainsley!” She called, reaching out to her. Ainsley ran back and used a siren spell to blowback the guards and Duchess. She grabbed Bronwyn’s hand and ran from the castle. The Duchess and guards got up from the floor.
“Find them. Execute them,” The Duchess ordered. The guards and five other guards ran from the castle to find them. Ainsley, Bronwyn, and Laire hid in the cottage they lived in. They had to come up with a plan to escape England.
“We could always swim away,” Ainsley suggested.
“I don’t think I can swim,” Bronwyn advised.
“Damn!” Ainsley hissed under her breath. She thought of another plan. Bronwyn and Ainsley’s mother thought with her. Bronwyn shot from her seat with a plan.
“If you give me a few minutes with the right materials, I could make a pair of mechanical wings so I can fly and you can swim! All you have to do is lead the way!” She proposed.
“That could work. What materials do you need?” Laire quizzed.
“I’ll need strong glue, feathers, metal, parts for a jetpack, fuel, nuts, bolts, and tools to help build it,” Bronwyn listed.
“We’ll help you as much as we can,” Laire advised, giving her a thumbs up. Bronwyn returned the favor with a grin.
“Right, then. We have approximately twelve hours to finish the whole thing, so let’s not waste any more time,” She advised. “Where can we start building?”
“All the parts are in the cellar,” Ainsley told. “We can work there.”
“Good. Let’s get to it then,” Bronwyn said, heading down to the cellar with them. It was surprisingly clean and bugless. There was lots of room for crafting and making projects and new creations. Ainsley and Bronwyn took the materials they needed from the closet and began to work. They sawed, sewn, drilled, and screwed for what felt like forever. Eventually, they finally got done. The final product was a pair of mechanical owl wings that could run on fuel for a month or two. Now all they had to do was escape without being seen.
They decided that sunset was the best time to go. Once the sky was orange and purple, they took the wings, packed some bags, and left the cottage. They moved silently, careful not to be seen by the guards on patrol. They made it to the beach where Ainsley and Laire took to the water while Bronwyn took to the sky. They were almost to freedom when The Duchess found them! She had a crossbow, loaded, and ready to aim. She aimed at Bronwyn’s wings, wanting to shoot her down first.
“If I can’t have you, no one can,” She snarled, shooting an arrow at her. It hit dead-center and sent her falling from the sky.
“Bronwyn!” Ainsley screeched, using her powers to stop her fall. She landed on a cloud and softly onto the sand. Thankfully, nothing was broken. Bronwyn ran to hug Ainsley, sharing a tender kiss with her. The kiss was interrupted when The Duchess came from hiding and aimed her crossbow at them.
“I told you. If I can’t have you, no one can. I'll kill you and them next. Then I’ll take the throne for myself and become ruler of England!” She declared. The guards who were once on her side heard her true intentions. They quickly turned against her, handcuffing her and taking her to the dungeons. Now that they were free, Ainsley and Bronwyn could be together for however long they wanted.
Years after that night, Bronwyn and Ainsley became the queens of both the ocean and England and had children of their own. As for Laire, she became the new Duchess. A much kinder one at that. The once-scary myth about the sirens soon became the greatest love story of all time. And soon, all sirens and humans lived in peace.
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