YOU COMMITTED A GRAVE SIN!

The sound of the steam came from the kettle.

Eeeeeee!

Why am I having that dream again? 

As the servant roused from her unintended slumber, she hurriedly composed herself before proceeding to prepare a fragrant cup of rose tea for Her Majesty's refined palate. With practiced ease, she then proceeded to serve the guest their beverages, all the wile concealing her distinctive pointy ears and striking white locks beneath the unobtrusive folds of her regulation hat and uniform.

Through the ebb of time, the young fairy ceased to be a child, maturing akin to mortals. Ensnared in the opulent embrace of the wealthiest royal kin, her past veiled by shadows, she clung to the name Yvana. Amidst a crucible of torment, she forged her spirit to navigate a realm where might eclipsed mercy. With each trial, her prowess bloomed, garnering acclaim from the elite. Yet, of late, a shadow loomed over her, whispering of unrest.

After Her Majesty's decree reached Yvana, she retreated to her chambers seeking solace in slumber. Yet, as dawn broke, a feverish malady beset her, her brow alight with an otherworldly heat. Days passed, the fever's grip unyielding, prompting her to summon a healer. With practiced hands and keen insight, the physician discerned the source of her affliction, unveiling a revelation that shook the very foundations of her reality.

"Lady Yvana, I bear news of great import— You carry a secret within."

The words hung heavy in the air, disbelief clouding her senses as the truth unraveled before her. A child, conceived in a realm between fairy and mortal intertwined, a union defying all she believed possible. Though violated in dreams by mortal hands, the notion of bearing royal progeny seemed a fantastical impossibility she could not reconcile.

In the tapestry of memory, she revisited the precise instant preceding her pregnancy, a moment entwined with the fateful encounter with the King two cycles of the moon past, during the absence of Her Majesty on a distant voyage of governance. Her task, as a custodian of the palace, bound her to maintain its splendor until the monarch's return. Ensnared by the allure of the King's charisma and his enchanting tales of distant peaks and daring escapades, her captive heart yearned for escape from servitude within the palace walls. Mesmerized by his words, she unwittingly succumbed to his designs, unaware of his deceitful intentions to claim her as his own.

"My Lady Yavana, would you grace me with your presence through these starlit solitudes?" His touch alighted upon her chin, his gaze ensnared by the servant.

Yvana's inadvertent strike against His Majesty's hand with the digest stirred thoughts of betrayal towards Her Majesty, the benevolent bestower of all she held dear. A wave of nausea washed over her, as the grim realization dawned - defying a royal decree could lead to the ultimate sentence of death.

" I cannot, though not of shared lineage with her Majesty, she is my only kin..."

In the crescendo of palpable energy crackling between them, he drew closer with measured grace, his fingertips tracing a tender path along her chin. Her lips, a symphony of softness, trembled beneath his caress, heightening the tension to a point where time itself seemed to bow to their connection. Enveloped in each other's embrace, their souls intertwined in a fervent dance, as if oblivious to the mundane world around them.

It was a night she would never forget.

The healer prescribed a potion brewed from forbidden herbs, known to end the delicate dance of life within. Imbibing this elixir, she sought solace in its deceptive promise. Yet, as the moons waxed and waned, her secret burden grew heavier, hidden beneath swathes of oversized garments. A flicker of movement within her womb stirred a long-dormant hope, a realization that life persisted against all odds. With a heavy heart and a calendar of longing, she carried this unintended gift for what felt like an eternity, reaching the tender age of twenty with a weight that belied her years.

 

Stealthily, the diligent servant delved into a trove of knowledge on the mysteries of motherhood, absorbing each gem with reverence. Gathering provisions with meticulous care, she readied herself for the imminent arrival. Amidst her path through the shadowed woods, a lone shed emerged, a silent sentinel far from civilization's touch.

Ensuring solitude with a whispered plea, she toiled in solitude. On a tempestuous eve, amidst the weight of her tasks, fate quickened its pace. Despite the storm's fury, serenity guided her, securing her safety and the birth of her child in the heart of the unforeseen tempest.

" Once this child comes into this world, I shall kill it with my own hands."

Her brow shimmered with tiny orbs of sweat, while the symphony of her labored breaths reverberated through the chamber, a testament to her profound weariness. Moments passed as she writhed in discomfort, her anguish piercing the air. With a final surge of strength, she extended her hands, ready to cradle the newborn. In her embrace lay a babe, with eyes of azure mystique and a countenance of ethereal grace. Delicate features framed by pointed ears and dainty wings gracing her back, she exuded an aura of enchantment. A cascade of snowy locks crowned her head, and her tiny fingers grasped her mother's with gentle curiosity. In this tableau of purity and awe, the mother beheld her precious child, her heart brimming with boundless love