We visited the court of The Ayar and met some new people, that included a giggly silver haired king and his trusty sorcerer sidekick, Kumya, who may or may not have decided to give it all up and pursue his dreams as a fertility detective.
Also we got to see the queen again, and met her lover slash mystical adviser, Sabit, who has amazing tattoos, lots of worries, and likes to read stars (idek man).
Everyone was stoked because baby boy incoming (those are kind of a big deal in patriarchal monarchies I guess?), and we got to see some concubine booty (unless you read the censored version, then you only saw a happy lime).
“I don’t understand, why can’t you just fix him? You fixed P–my hus–,” Cassie took a deep breath, “you’ve fixed this condition before!”
“It’s not that simple, my dear,” Prim did her very best to sound sympathetic, “in the last case we cured, the vampire’s Sire was dead…your son’s Sire is not.”
“What difference does that make? It’s a disease, isn’t it?”
“It’s a magical disease though, Cassie,” Calliope was far better at sounding sympathetic, “you know how strange and finicky magic can be…”
“Does this mean I’m stuck like this?” Mosi groaned, “but I don’t even have fangs! How am I supposed to…you know…make holes?”
“I’ll admit, that is rather peculiar,” Primrose tried to remember if she’d ever heard of such a thing before, surely she had a book on the subject somewhere.
“Balsam! I need all of our tomes on vampires at once!” Where was that blasted cat?
“Don’t worry, my dear,” Prim gave the poor thing an encouraging smile, “we’ll get you some nice plasma fruit, yes?”
“Where does this leave us, then?” Demanded Cassie, “do we need to hunt him down and kill him? How do you even DO that?!”
“Well, er…back in the day, when vampires were sometimes an issue, one could employ the services of a vampire hunter.”
“Didn’t your cousin Jerry used to date a vampire hunter, mother?”
“Ooh, Sorsha the Slayer?”
“That’s the one!”
“She was really more specialized in low level undead, I think–”
“Ohh, yeah, that’s right; ghouls and botched zombies etc.”
“Well, we could certainly see if she’s still around; perhaps she could recommend someone?”
“I mean, we don’t have much in the way of assets, though, for payment…”
“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Cassie frowned, “baby, we’re trying to fix you–”
“I do not require mending! Not if it means someone has to terminate…”
“Just…no! I will not hear of it!”
“It’s to be expected,” Prim assured his mother, “this peculiar attachment…it’s very common with new vampires; I’d be happy to share a manuscript with you about it if that blasted familiar would arrive…”
“…WITH MY TOMES, BALSAM!”
By the Goddess; it was beginning to get truly irksome.
Celina frowned as something half remembered chased around the edges of her mind…something about…voices?
But there weren’t any voices, there was only the muffled sound of a car passing by, the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the hiss of food striking a hot burner…
“Goddess damn it!” Hopefully the stew wasn’t in the process of burning to the bottom of the pot while she stood daydreaming.
The front door slammed and voices filled the hall, accompanied by the thunderous sound of feet charging up stairs.
“Hey sweetie, that smells delicious! How was your day?”
Celina sighed, “they’re going to wake Ryan up! How many times do we have to tell them not to run in the house?”
“At least once more I guess,” Colton chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll put on my stern-dad-face and go hunt the savages down.”
It was hard to stay mad when the sweetest man the whole world was kissing your cheek.
“Holy fuck shit…”
Not cool to freak a bitch out before she’s had her coffee, yo.
“Good morning, little sister! You look…well...fornication must be agreeing with you.”
“Wow…so you found out, huh? Did Mosi tell you?” Artemis tried to muster some anger, but she just felt kind of sad, “I mean, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t–”
“Think nothing of it, water under the bridge, etc, I hope the pair of you have many fat children.”
“Oh…okay,” was it just the lack of caffeine, or was Selene acting freaky as shit, “I mean, we’re not really at the kid phase yet…but thanks?”
And wow, all that Balsam switcheroo subterfuge for nothing…damn.
“Of course! I only want to see my only sister happy, do I not?”
Was that a rhetorical question, orrr–
“Wait…are those my boots?!”
“Why yes, darling; I’ve appropriated them…be a doll and tell our mother I’ll be out for the day, would you?”
“Don’t wait up.”
“Are you aware that you’re pacing, mother?”
“I cannot–cannot help it,” the air around them crackled with nervous energy, “something is–wrong, can you not feel it?”
“It’s this ‘house’,” huffed Orion, “it’s too small…why can we not continue to live with Madam Pennyroyal? Her house is so much more spacious, mother…”
“When did this feeling come over you?” Asked Aries, ignoring his brother’s complaint.
“It awoke me in the night,” a terrible prickling on her skin, “I haven’t had a moment’s peace since…”
“I’m telling you, it’s this tiny house,” insisted the younger twin, “enough to drive a person mad…and there are not enough plants…”
“Is it the anchor again? Perhaps it has drawn near? We could go look–”
“No no no,” she replied, more to herself than anyone else, “it cannot be that, can it? The anchor is mine, the anchor is light…this is darkness…this is…”
Something whispered in the corner of her mind, sending a fresh chill down her spine.
“We must get to Primrose’s house–immediately!”
“Selene, yes? You’re Cassandra’s eldest girl,” ‘Oly’s father’ the memory supplied, “she’s still holed up in the study with my mother, unfortunately, but you’re welcome to wait for her in the parlour.”
“Thank you, Mr. Pennyroyal, that would be lovely; tell me, are either of Persephone’s boys at home?”
“Ah, I suppose you didn’t hear? Persephone moved her family out of The Woulding; they still visit mother from time to time, and of course she comes for Oly’s tutelage–”
“Well, isn’t that a shame,” ‘a male witch, though’ yes, he would do in place of a fairy, “I’ll wait for my mother in the parlour, but could I trouble you to show me to the kitchen for a beverage first?”
“Of course, right this way…”
“Holy crap! Dad?!”
“Oly! Thank goodness you’re here…I thought no one else was at home; I was getting a damp cloth for his head, he simply collapsed for no apparent reason…”
The witch in the loud sweater rushed to their father’s side, “he’s not breathing! He doesn’t need a damp cloth, he needs medical attention! Omg, go get Grim Gram, quick Lena!”
“Oh my…how dreadful…”
“…fear not, my friend…”
“…I’ll set things right.”
Hey, this is chapter 69! I wanted to do something special, ok.
Anyway, that’s what you get when you sneak around behind your bestie’s back with their sister I guess, huh? A knife in the back (get it?) snerk.
Sorry. Too soon? 😬
Toothsome Crocodile: “HAPPY SIMMING!!”