No Rest for the Prince's Virgin

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Copyright© 2013 Morgan King

ISBN: 978-1-77130-496-2

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my beloved sister (who sends me the best care packages ever, just because she’s nice like that). The fact that you love fairy tales means this one is for you and because you buy every book which means the world to me. I promise never to turn you into a wicked step-sister in any of my stories.

NO REST FOR THE PRINCE’S VIRGIN

Naughty Fairy Tales

Morgan King

Copyright © 2013

Prologue

The building was remarkably ordinary, constructed as it was from ash grey brick, and with four square windows and a diamond-shaped door at the front. The curtains with pictures of slowly changing landscapes were a nice touch, giving the property a hint of depth and even mystery, but it still wasn’t quite the sort of abode the king had been expecting. It wasn’t where he’d imagined the Fairy Goodmother living.

What had he been expecting? A tower tucked in a forest maybe, or just something a bit grander. Not a terraced house with a chimney, although maybe the chimney was useful if she had a cauldron to facilitate spell casting.

He opened the carriage door and sprang out, not even bothering to rest one foot upon the step. He was too happy to be hesitant. Today was a day filled with optimism for the future.

As he turned around he held out one hand and helped the queen alight in a rather more graceful and elegant fashion.

Oh, how quaint, she said as she nimbly placed one foot on the step and stretched the other down to the floor. In one hand she held the king’s hand, while the other she rested against the side of the carriage, keeping her balance.

The king kept hold of her hand as they approached the door, and he rapped sharply using the wand-shaped knocker.

The door swung open.

A figure approached through the dimness of an unlit hallway, visible due to the contrastingly bright white of the long gown she wore. As she reached the doorway the king observed that the sense of ethereality was not an illusion. Her physical body seemed fragile, skin near translucent, hair long, blonde, and flyaway, as if whipped by an invisible wind. The fragility was only physical though. Her spirit shone through in an outwardly radiant smile. The Fairy Goodmother was beautiful in an undefinable way.

Come in, come in, she said in a voice that was surprisingly rich. I’ve been expecting you.

Well, we did make an appointment, the king thought but did not say.

They both followed her down the hallway, the king walking between the Fairy Goodmother and his wife. They passed through rooms so filled with furniture, objects, and art there was no time to note the details of any one thing. When they reached the back of the house they were led into a conservatory and over towards a small wicker table surrounded by matching chairs.

The king held out a seat for his wife, and resisted the instinct to do the same for the other lady in the room. He somehow didn’t think she would appreciate him entering her space. An aura, although not visible, surrounded her.

Tea? she inquired politely. The queen nodded, and the king followed suit. The Fairy Goodmother poured the steaming liquid into china cups, beautifully illustrated with pink and yellow flowers before commencing the interview. So you’ve come about your soon to be first-born child?

Yes, we’ve heard that if a satisfactory agreement can be reached you will place a blessing of our choosing on the baby when it is born, the queen said, raising her teacup and pursing her lips to blow ripples across the surface before sipping.

I’ll even tell you the sex of the child free of charge if you like, said the Fairy Goodmother with a smile. What sort of blessing were you thinking of? In the olden days people used to ask for beauty or wealth, simple things like that. Nowadays people are so much more specific, more exacting. They want things like for their child to become a famous knight, defeating a dragon in battle, without suffering any injury, in order that they might rescue a virgin damsel in distress and discover the dragon’s hoard of treasure, containing at least one thousand gold pieces… The Fairy Goodmother paused for breath. And while all that is possible, it’s vastly trickier and consequently expensive.

The king and queen looked at her wide-eyed.

We want our child to find true love. The queen had her hands clasped together, as if in prayer.

Before he or she is thirty, the king said.

That’s all, they finished.

The Fairy Goodmother raised a long finger and thumb, both tipped with sparkly nail polish, to her chin. True love is never ‘that’s all’, but it is one of my favourite blessings.

She gave a shake of her hand, and a piece of paper appeared in it. My fee, she said holding the paper out.

The queen reached out and took it. She scanned the words written on it and passed it over to the king. They looked at each other, communicating silently, no telepathy involved, just good old understanding of what the other would be thinking.

The queen passed the paper back to the Fairy Goodmother. You have a bargain, six months from each of our natural lifespans to enhance your own is a small price to pay for our child’s happiness.

Be certain. There is no going back when the deal is struck.

We are certain. The queen didn’t even look to her husband again before she spoke.

Very well, I will collect on your promise now, and when the baby is born I will attend the naming ceremony to bless the child. Did you want to know the sex?

The queen shook her head. It is of no consequence to us. The child will be well loved so that it in turn may know how to love others, and that is all that matters. She looked down as the king rested a hand on the significant bump that was her belly only to have it pushed away. The baby is signalling its agreement, she said with a small laugh.

The Fairy Goodmother did not return the gesture. A frown passed across her face, her beauty turned serious. We will have to make a slight change. Due to how close you are to giving birth I will be unable to collect payment from you, dear lady.

No, you agreed, the queen said, shifting anxiously on her seat. Can we not make payment after the birth?

The Fairy Goodmother spoke calmly, addressing the queen. No, but do not fear. It just means I will need to take full payment from your husband.

That wasn’t what we just agreed.

Fine, the king said, his tone of voice leaving no room for discussion, accompanied as it was by a stern look directed at each lady in turn. Let’s do it now.

Standing, the Fairy Goodmother cast a shadow, blocking out the warmth of the sun that had fallen on the king and queen as they sat and negotiated. The room became noticeably colder. You will need to stand and let me place my hand upon your heart, she said to the king.

Will it hurt? the queen asked, her voice not much louder than the shaky breath that followed.

No, it will not hurt. A mild sensation, a buzzing warmth as energy transfers is all that will be felt.

The king might have been worried, except there was no trace of avarice upon the Fairy Goodmother’s face, just goodwill.

He stood still, his arms hanging at his sides, waiting.

The touch of her hand when it came was delicate, barely felt through the waistcoat and shirt he wore. He felt his heart begin to race, but didn’t know if it was because he was anxious or if it was part of the magic.

When he felt a slight tingling he knew for certain the magic was beginning. There was pressure but no pain. The muscles around his ribcage tightened. He felt his whole chest move with every heartbeat. For a second he wondered if he might be sick. There was that sense of nausea reaching further up his body than his stomach. It passed as his head cleared, and he realised that his vision had become blurry only when he moved his focus away from the face of the Fairy Goodmother.

It is done, she said.

Carlton, are you all right? the queen asked, her hand reaching to grip the king’s arm tightly.

I’m fine, he said, convincing himself as he spoke. Let’s return to Lerrendor and the castle. I may join you when you rest this afternoon.

The Fairy Goodmother said nothing else of importance as they departed, but she did smile and wave, wishing them good luck with the birth, before quickly assuring them they would not need good luck as all would be well and she would be seeing them soon.

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Thirty Years Later

Adrianna Estelle was dying, and she knew it. Her magic was failing, and no amount of borrowed energy was going to sustain her for more than a few additional weeks now. Nearly five hundred years had been good going. Long enough to make her forget she was not in fact immortal, merely living on borrowed time.

Purchased time, that really she had an obligation to complete payment for. It was just that there was so much debt, all building up. Blessings that had been placed years ago, that only now needed magic to fulfil.

She drew the lace blanket she wore more tightly around her shoulders as she sat swinging back and forth in the hanging chair she’d had installed in