this path is reckless

by Spatula_Lord

Summary:

You know that time in the last dragon watch where Ronodin proposes to Kendra? I’m still there sometimes, and this is just how i feel it could’ve gone if brackendra hadn’t been a thing. (Cause they’re legit the OTP)

(Also Kendra is aged up to 18)

“…seriously, ew. I would never, and I will never. Also, can I just say how shallow that is? ‘Hey Kendra, wanna get married? But it’s also just to jab at my cousin, who I hate for reasons I won’t tell anyone.’”

Chapter 1: and we kept everything professional

Notes:

*FOR CONTEXT* A lot of what happens in RotDS is going to be rewritten, but every other book is basically the same, minus some things. (I’ll explain below) I have some ideas for separate fics about what’s going on with everyone else during this, but idk if they’ll be written. A lot of RotDS is gonna end up being completely rewritten for it all to still tie together nicely. (I’ll explain/rewrite certain parts i want to keep, but have to re-context for it to make sense.) Just bare with me. (I have beef with Brandy y’all, so take that into account.)

Ronodin in canon is kinda trash a majority of time, so this Ronodin is that 10% he’s decent, multiplied by my love for enemies to lovers and arranged marriage. He’s mostly a different character, but for fanon wise he’s pretty accurate. I think I’m gonna rewrite aspects of his backstory, or at least his feelings towards what happened. :)

LASTLY, cause I always imagined Ronny to look/act like 23/24, ( i know canonically he’s supposed to be the same age as Bracken, he just never acted that way) and considering Kendras a minor…. Kendra is now 18, and Ronodin has the maturity and looks of like a 20 year old. Basically, i think it’s gonna be, there was a year between the end of Fablehaven, and the start of Dragonwatch, and then the past four books took place over about a year's time. (If someone smarter with math pulls an ‘um actually’ and says Kendra wouldn’t be 18 SHHHH yes she is)

During that year gap, Bracken and Kendra tested the waters, but realized they weren’t a good match. It was a mutual agreement, but they’re both feeling guilty/upset. They’re kind of over it tho. Mostly.

“Stay here,” Ronodin says, his smile growing smugger than usual. “As my consort; as the Fairy Queen. You wore the crown once, can you imagine wearing it again? Properly?”

Kendra’s jaw dropped. “You’d give up the crown?”

Ronodin’s smirk deepened. “That wasn’t a no. That means there’s hope.” He says pointing at her, then shakes his head. “And of course I wouldn’t, but as Fairy Queen your powers would grow. The crown would change you to a greater extent. make your powers stronger.”

Kendra shook her head. “Okay….still, no. What? Why?” She sputters, thoroughly thunderstruck. None of this seemed to be making any sense.

Ronodin shrugged. “Imagine the look on Bracken’s face if he saw you choose me.”

Kendra flinched unwillingly. “I-I doubt,” her voice shook, and she took a breath to steady herself, and chose something else to say. She wouldn’t give Ronodin the chance to mock her sorrow.

“It would certainly be something to behold, but seriously, ew. I would never, and I will never. Also, can I just say how shallow that is? ‘Hey Kendra, wanna get married? But it’s also just to jab at my cousin, who I hate for reasons I won’t tell anyone.’”

Ronodins response was a barely perceptible furrow of his brows, before tossing his head dramatically. “You are cold, Kendra. That wasn’t the only reason.” He shakes his head before saying, “come, sit.”

He led her to a pair of couches, lumpy and coffee stained. “Also relics from Amsterdam?” Kendra asks, gingerly sitting down.

Ronodin lounged back, his hands behind his head. “Yes, actually. They’re surprisingly comfortable, and I've grown rather fond of them.”

Kendra nodded, waiting for him to continue.

Ronodin sighed. “Would you like to know a secret? Don’t answer, because that’s rhetorical. I will tell you nevertheless. I have never cared who wins this war.” He shrugs, and glances at the ceiling then to the crown at his hip. "I only cared about this crown . . . And the chaos; I seem to find solace in chaos. But you see, it seems the dragons are on their way to winning, and suddenly I seem to care.”

“Do you truly think the dragons will stop at defeating the mortals? I could lose all this; I worked too hard for that. And even if the dragons lose, I’ll still lose all this too. I am at a terrible impasse.”

Ronodin finishers with an exaggerated frown on his face.

Kendra scoffed. “Are you truly worrying about that now? Thousands, no—millions, or even billions could die if the dragons win. And you’re worried about losing the throne you stole?” She shakes her head. “You are unbelievable.”

Ronodin sighs, a frustrated and long one, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “You are so . . . moral. It’s very annoying. The dragons are much too proud to admit it aloud, but I have ways of finding secrets. They’re worried amongst themselves. They don’t wish to risk their own necks. It’s been going on for a while, this fear and discussion. Why do you think it’s taken so long for them to mobilize?”

“Now, I believe they wish to rely on my debt. They believe I owe them, since they got me this crown.” Ronodin rolls his eyes. “Can you believe that? So, I have a bit of a feeling they’ll ask to use my army.”

Kendra raises her eyebrows in response, “And…you don't want them to?” That was surprisingly . . . kind. Not something she expected from him.

Ronodin shifts uncomfortably. “I can’t be the king without subjects, now can I? Plus, I'll need them when I decide to wage my own wars. You know me, Kendra.”

“Yes, yes. You love chaos.” She finishes for him. Yet again he proved himself to be immoral and cruel.

Ronodin nods and smiles. “Well… if it’s a no still, I’ll have to dismiss you. I have other things I must attend to. But there’s still hope, isn’t there? You liked me once, remember?”

Kendra looked disgusted. “That was before you kidnapped people I loved, before I realized you were crazy.”

Ronodin clicked his tongue. “Hm. You are correct.” He shrugs, and calls his guards forward. “Escort Kendra to a cell. We will have more dealings later, but I think she needs time alone.”

Kendra grunts as fairies start leading her away. “You can’t put me in time out just because I turned you down! I’m not done talking to you!” She cried out angrily.

Ronodin shook his head and turned away. “I'm done talking to you, though. And I can do what I like. I’m King here, remember.”

As much as it was likely to backfire, Kendra wrestled from the fairies grip to ask a final question. “Can I at least see Bracken?”

Now it was Ronodins turn to flinch, and something like regret flashed before Ronodins eyes. “No. No, you may not.”

Kendra felt her heart drop to her stomach

“Why?”

Ronodin crossed his arms. “Take her away.”

Kendra screamed relentlessly as the fairies held her fast again. “Curse you! Why are you so vile? If you laid a hand on him, i swear! Bracken is your family! How could you be so cruel?” She cried out, tears unwillingly beginning to form.

Ronodin whipped around, his face vengeful, and stalked over to Kendra. He held her chin with one hand, lifting her face to look at his, returning her glare. “You cannot see your precious unicorn because He. Is. Not. Here. You came to the wrong place to rescue him.”

Kendra didn’t realize her heart could drop anymore. If it had been in her stomach before, it was now in her feet.

 

Had this all been worth nothing?

Notes:

Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 2: this will be the death of me

Notes:

So, for context, the Kendra and Lizelle conversation stays essentially the same as in canon, minus a few things.

Firstly, Lizelle can’t sense where Bracken, or their mother is.

Secondly, Ronodin’s backstory is the same, but I’m probably gonna change Ronodin’s feelings on it later. The memories are likely warped and biased, so there’s probably gonna be a canon-divergence

Kendra sat frustrated in her cell. It was surprisingly nice, with pleasant and slick walls. The open doorway she had entered through had quickly been closed off and melded into the walls perfectly. She couldn’t remember where the door had been.

She stood up and started pacing. Her conversation with Ronodin had left her unnerved; where might Bracken be then? Lizelle hadn’t seemed to know.

Kendra sat down again and began her simple practice of turning on and off her glow. It was something to do, at least. And preferable to the death merry go round her thoughts we’re stuck on.

By the time a guard opened the cell, it had been long enough for Kendra to want, and then take, a nap. Standing with a yawn, Kendra followed the guard out of the dungeon.

She was led to an open air pavilion, overlooking a wide lake and gardens. Ronodin turned from where he’d been leaning against a pillar.

“How long has it been?” Kendra asks him cautiously.

“Oh, only about a day. What, do you think I’m from one of those mortal tales of fairies that kidnap helpless girls for thousands of years?” Ronodin retorts, then gestures to a seating area.

Kendra sits on a velvet couch, and leans back slightly. “Well, you seem to live up to the mortal tale of evil fairies who kidnap helpless kids as your slaves. That being my brother.”

Ronodin winces. “Ouch. But I do suppose you’re correct. Aren’t there similar ones where they kidnap mortals for their brides? I really, truly am checking all the boxes.” He sat down across from her.

Kendra nodded; for having only been a day, Ronodin seemed more tired since their last meeting. His eye bags were heavier, and he didn’t look like he had rested, or perhaps even sat down, since.

“I’d offer you fruit, but we both remember how that went last time,” Ronodin says with a smirk.

Kendra rolls her eyes. “Ha, ha. Have you only released me to taunt me, or can I finally leave?”

Ronodins smile drops immediately. “What?? Why, we’re finally getting along.”

He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. “Listen. I understand, you despise me, I’m cruel, I’m evil. Whatever, whatever.” He looks up, his eyes glinting in the light before he says.

“But you, you Kendra. You are Fairykind. The Queen’s chosen. Your very glow is a sight to behold, and grander than many fairies. You are connected to the source itself. You are kind and innocent.”

He huffs out a sigh. “Now, you may not seem very popular with the crowds. They cast you cold looks, jealous remarks, all the good stuff. Somewhat like me, you’re a bit of an outcast in the very society you are supposed to be thriving in.”

Kendra gives a disbelieving snort. “Flattery will get you nowhere. You know what? I don’t have to listen to this. Guards! Can I go back to my cell?”

Ronodin stands up with her, and hurriedly holds his hand out in a halt fashion. “Please Kendra, just wait. Hear me out. Please?”

And there it was again, that stupidly pitiful look in his eyes. Making her think he actually cared. Kendra sat back down again, even if Ronodin was full of giant-magic-cow poo.

“Now, a human on the throne is even less tasteful than a darkened unicorn. Think of the match we’d make; Truly it was a stupid idea to begin with.” Ronodin says with a chuckle, but it has a guilty edge to it.

“But as much as I’m a desirable king, what with all the parties and the lack of political decrees.” His voice drops and he rolls his eyes

“Not that I think dear Auntie did many of those either. Who would want change when you're in such a perfect life?”

“I’m still the dark unicorn.” He waves his fingers like he was casting a spell, “the big bad dark unicorn.”

Kendra resists the urge to snort and roll her eyes at him.

Ronodin continued on. “But! We could work together. This is hard for me to admit, as you can probably tell, but I need your help. I can’t do this on my own. I can’t imagine fending off the dragons on my own.”

Kendra, again, had the queer and frustrating impression he cared more than he seemed. It was really annoying.

“And how am I supposed to help? I’ve killed one singular dragon, and that was with the help of a unicorn horn.” She pointedly didn’t mention the fact the horn had been her ex-boyfriends.

Ronodin laughs. “I wouldn’t send you out to play little soldier girl.” He shakes his head, “Even as a mortal, you are more palatable on the throne. You could even claim the former fairy queen decreed it herself.” His eyes had a desperate look in them as he said, “Kendra, I cannot lead this kingdom with your help.”

Kendra flushed, and shook her head, laughing lightly. “That can’t be true. You have Lizelle, and hundreds of fairies. You do not, can not need me,” she argues with him, though it’s mostly with herself, to remind her to stand firm.

Ronodin huffs out a sigh, “We both know that’s not true. Listen, Kendra, is there any way I can convince you?”

Kendra pauses to think. His face was pleading, practically begging. Something about it made her pleased, for possibly the first time in her tumultuous relationship with Ronodin she held the power. He was at the loss, he was several steps behind, he was in over his head. Kendra, just for a moment, understood Ronodin in a way. His desire for power, his need to be on top, his love for chaos, but always being in control.

She shook her head out. She may understand him, but she would never be him.

But This could work to her advantage. She would be close to him. Perhaps close enough to steal the crown, or at least move the fairies against Ronodin. He said her powers would increase. If she had been able to give simple orders before, what could she do with the crown?

“Explain what happened to Bracken…” Kendra says, “…to start. I do have a list, so you know.”

Ronodin groans, but lets her continue.

She grins at his obvious discomfort. “I also want your promise you won't side with the dragons again. And that you’ll leave my family out of it.” She glares at him, feeling his annoyance radiating off of him.

Ronodin scowled, then nodded curtly. “I helped Seth. Why can’t you understand that? I helped him grow into his capabilities.”

“I don’t think Seth would agree, you know, considering the fact he ran from you,” Kendra retorts, anger boiling up inside of her.

“That was inevitable, of course. I would have released him once I had taught him all that I could.”

“Right,” Kendra says sarcastically. There was no chance she could get him to give up the throne. It was frustrating, considering he didn’t deserve it. Neither did she, of course. Just the idea of ruling was terrifying.

But he would never agree. Rescuing Bracken and his mother would likely result in the overthrow of Ronodin. Perhaps that could be a good thing . . Not a direct relinquishment of the throne, but if it ended up happening . . .

“I’d also like to find Bracken and ensure his safety.”

Ronodin rolled his eyes and groaned. “Of course you do. Fine, fine,” he says, shaking his head and looking to the sky, clearly exasperated.

Kendra opens her mouth, “ I just have one more, kind of a part of a former one. If the dragons in any way end up directly influencing or harming my family and friends, you’ll let me use your, or rather our resources to help them.”

He looks back to her. “Our? Does that mean if I agree to your demands, you’ll stay. As Queen?”

Kendra pursed her lips. “If you explain what you mean by that. What’re your expectations? I’m not really interested in a relationship right now.”

Ronodin pouts. “And if I had pretty blue eyes, and morals, and pretty, flowing locks?” he teases.

Kendra flushes, and has to resist the urge to get up and smack him. “No actually, considering the fact I already tried that and it didn’t work.” She bites back, before turning her eyes to the ground.

“Oh,” was all Ronodin could say for a moment, before grumbling something under his breath. When Kendra looked back up, he had his easy smile back. “Well, that just makes things easier, doesn’t it? You’d be consort in name only. You have my word that I’ll leave you alone aside from working together against the dragons, and for court functions.”

Kendra nodded apprehensively. He seemed genuine, and it threw her off, but somehow him being a feminist wasn’t surprising.

“Well we both know your past conquests we’re larger than life, so if I’m not your type I understand,” Kendra teases, trying desperately to lighten the mood. Everything had gotten so serious.

Ronodin barks a laugh. “That…had truly been all a part of my plan. The Giant Queen was something, but not very ‘girlfriend’ material. She was a slave owner,” he retorts, his voice lighter than the subject at hand.

Kendra nods. “Well, that’s one thing I’m very grateful I can't admit to.” She replies with a shrug.

Ronodin smirked, “See! You’re already a better ruler than she was. And she was quite respected.”

Kendra rolled her eyes, “Well, again, I don’t think that’s very hard. So we’re in agreement? I stay to help you rule, and I’m assuming I will also be trying to get the fairies to like you more. You help me and my friends against the dragons, and in that effort rescue Bracken?”

Ronodin sighs, but nods. “ I suppose we’ll have to agree. There’s no way you’ll change your mind about that last part?” He asks

Kendra shakes her head. “Negative. It’s all that or nothing, your majesty.”

Ronodin nods, “Alright. On my honor as the sole dark unicorn, you have my word that I will not betray your demands.”

Kendra nods, “Well you have my promise that I will keep my word to you.” She says, somewhat apprehensively. “Is that binding? Like magically? Are you gonna set up some sort of spell that’ll kill me if I don't?”

Ronodin scoffs, “That's hardly gentlemanly. Oh Kendra, thanks for agreeing to marry me, the wedding present is a magical necklace that’ll strangle you if you try to run. I’m surprised you haven’t realized I find those kinds of agreements hardly fair. And it isn’t binding yet. Unless you’d like it to be, for me or you of course. Plus for all this to be proper, we are in need of a ceremony.”

Kendra groaned, “You’re joking. I agreed to help you rule, not to play love chapel or something.”

Ronodin laughed aloud, “And I’m not asking for that. To put it simply, to allow you to gain powers from your position, you have to officially be crowned and sworn in as consort. It’ll be small, with a witness and High Priest. Simple Vows.”

Kendra nodded, breathing a sigh of relief, “all right. Makes sense. Not exactly how i imagined an eventual wedding would go, but se La vie.”

Ronodin nodded, and smirked, “Well it’s not exactly my dream either, you know.”

Kendra rolled her eyes, “Uh-huh. And I’m assuming yours included something like flaming goats, or i don’t know, a wraith leading the proceedings.”

Ronodin chuckled, “You read my mind. I’ll have a servant find you a real room. And better clothes. Your mortal world attire won’t pass over well here, sadly.”

Kendra nodded apprehensively, “Right. Thank you.” She says. She hadn’t realized the domestic life that would be coming. Her brain had been stuck on the fact this was an agreement to marry Ronodin, and she had completely forgotten she’d be living here. Expected to fit in here.

Ronodin stood, and Kendra followed suit. He looked somewhat uncomfortable, as he reached his hand out. “Thanks. For agreeing.”

Kendra nods, “Thanks for agreeing to my terms as well.”

“We’ll talk again soon about when you want the ceremony to take place.”

“Whenever is easiest for you. Since we have this agreement, there’s not much else i Can do, can I ? You’re not likely gonna let me go fight are you?”

“That would basically void all that we just agreed on, at least on my half.”

Kendra nodded “Right. Well. Whenever you want I guess.”

“Got it. Then, uh, I’ll think about it.”

Ronodin called a guard, who led her through the halls of the palace. They were impressive, but afterwards Kendra couldn’t remember details. Her brain was too muddled with everything that had just happened. Everything she’d agreed to. She wondered if she’d be allowed to send a message back with Virgil to tell everyone the update.

That’d be awkward.

Chapter 3: one step forward

Notes:

This has quite a bit of lore-dumping, but it’s somewhat interesting. The fairy land in this series is so unique and i wanted to expand on it a bit

“Kendra?” A voice asked. Kendra turned to see a fairy, unlike one she’d seen before. She was curvier than any other fairy she’d seen, but held her own extreme beauty like every other. Her skin was an unnatural pale orange, and her hair was several shades darker.

“That’s me.” Kendra says.

“You shine as bright as everyone says. Perhaps you can purge the current darkness plaguing us.” She says meaningfully. Kendra had thought many of the fairies couldn’t go against Ronodin, but she assumed such a vague remark didn’t count.

Kendra nodded, “That’s what everyone says. I’m trying my best to see the light myself.”

The fairy nodded, and walked through the door frame. “Do you mind if I come in? I’m to be your personal attendant. My name is Aelia.” She bowed her head slightly.

Kendra nodded. “Oh. Of course. I’m not sure what I need an attendant for, but come on in.”

Aelia laughed, a comforting one, not one that made Kendra feel laughed at, or made fun of. “Well to start, you’ll likely need help getting around the palace. I certainly did the first time I arrived. And i can help you with simple things. And getting messages around too.” She finishes slyly. Kendra certainly understood where Aelias priorities and loyalties were.

Kendra shrugs, “That’s true.”

Aelia smiled brightly, “Wonderful! To start, I have some clothes here for you. But of course you can always ask us to make more.”

Kendra nodded, and watched Aelia simply levítate a trunk through the door, and push past the vines covering a closet and began hanging some up.

She had never seen fairies act so normal. Of course they also changed clothes! It just felt as if their clothes were synonymous with their wings. She’d never paid attention to those details with the fairies at Fablehaven.

Aelia finished hanging up the dresses, and turned to Kendra. “This must be very strange for you. Do you want something to eat? Or to rest?”

At this Kendra laughed out aloud, she couldn’t help it. “You’re one of the most thoughtful fairies I’ve ever met!” She said, shaking her head in awe.

Aelia smiled and blushed slightly. “Oh. Thank you very much. I suppose it helped being raised in the palace much of my life. The unicorns are a good influence, of course. And Great Fairies are known to have more maturity than our lesser sisters.”

Kendra nodded. “I’d agree with that. I’ve only met a few charitable lesser fairies.” She cringed at the title, but supposed it fit.

Aelia nodded, “I hate to say I’m the same, but it’s true. I suppose part of it is the preserves as well. Of course they’re smart plans, but the isolation of their kind, and their lack of initiative certainly takes a toll.”

Kendra nodded, and took a seat on the large bed. It was made up with the softest bedding she’d ever felt, all in shades of pale pinks. “ I think I’d like to rest a bit. Maybe you could send up some food, as well?” She asks.

Aelia nodded, “ I know just the thing. You can count on me.”

Kendra nodded, already trusting and liking Aelia.

Lying back on the bed, Kendra stared at the ceiling. It was stained glass, but it didn’t make a picture. She shut her eyes. This was gonna be crazy. It felt as if her whole life had been crazy since she first ever drank that milk.

First was Seth opening the window. But she couldn’t blame him, and she never had, not really. Then there was becoming fairy kind, unknowingly. She had really just wanted to rescue her family. Then she was caught up in a war, rife with betrayal and heartache. She’d met some of her closest allies, true, but she wasn’t positive it had all been worth it.

Then the dragons decided to wage war. Then she lost Seth. People had died. All of it mostly due to her now betrothed. How had she gotten here? It seemed as if nothing had ever really been okay in her life, and these musings just scratched the surface.

And now this marriage alliance was like the evil, demented sprinkles on the heck hole cupcake her life had been for the past five years.

Taking a breath she remembered what this was for. Being on the inside of the palace meant she could get the crown from Ronodin easier. Worst case scenario, she could always get it the hard way. She’d killed a monarch before, what would be one more?

And she now had an army of Astrids she could use against the dragons. She also had Ronodins word she’d get to free Bracken. Crap Kendra thought with a groan. She’d forgotten to inquire about the past fairy queen. Bracken's mom. If Bracken wasn’t here, Kendra thought it unlikely Molea would be here either.

When she freed Bracken she’d help him find his mother. Maybe she could get Lizelle released as well. But that seemed like a long shot.

Rolling onto the bed properly, and nestling her head between the pillows, Kendra let her eyes drift close. All this plotting was tiring. She couldn’t understand how Ronodin did it. She’d figure it out eventually.

If Ronodin was correct in believing the dragons were nervous, that hopefully meant more time to regroup. She hoped Seth, and her cousins, and Warren and Vanessa and Tanu and everyone else were still safe. Then she fell into a restless sleep, despite the comforts around her.

 

***

Kendra woke up smelling soup. Even though the sun never truly set in the Fairy Kingdom, the sky had turned from a rosy pink, to a dusty violet.

On the bedside table was a platter, with a bread bowl of steaming soup, and a spoon. Alongside it was a pitcher of water and an empty glass.

Sitting up, Kendra tried the soup, but it was too hot to properly eat. She poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. When the soup had cooled and been finished off, Kendra stood up and looked over the clothes in the closet.

It seemed more must have arrived with the food. Tearing at the bread bowl, she appraised the dresses.

They were in all fabrics, some silk slips like she saw lesser fairies wear, of varying lengths. A few ones made of soft, spider silk like tulle, and even a few velvet ones. Alongside the gowns were several dublets and pants. All of them were made of fine quality materials, with impressive embroidery.

Shaking her head in awe, she peeked into a bathroom. There was a deep tub, along with a large shower. There were several bottles and containers, all labeled. The room had a sophisticated quality to it, and it made her feel small and insignificant.

She shuddered and closed the door. It reminded her far too much of her stay with the charismatic viviblix Torina. She strode to the door, and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t locked.

She wasn’t sure how to spend the rest of her day til she was called on, and wondered if there was a way to call for Aelia. She’d just have to wait it out.

She didn’t have to wait long, because soon Aelia appeared. “Ah, Kendra! It’s good to see you up. Did you enjoy your soup?”

Kendra nodded, “Very Much, thank you. Would you be able to give me a small tour? Or maybe show me a map?”

Aelia nodded, all too pleased to be helpful, “Of course. Follow me.”

Aelia led Kendra through the halls. At the end of the hall her room was on, was a spiral staircase. They didn’t approach it, but Aelia pointed it out.

“This hall is usually used to house the Royal Family. That staircase leads to the monarch’s room.”

Kendra nodded, “Who did my room belong to?”

“Oh! It was the third eldest of our former queen. Her name is Soleil, but she most preferred her true form. She now resides in an isolated meadow to the north.” Aelia explains.

Kendra nodded. Ronodin was cruel, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she had been using Bracken's old room.

“This way, this way.” The opposite end of the hall had regular stairs, leading to another hall with about half as many doors.

“Down this hall we have the Strategy Room, a Map room, and emergency weapons room. There is a larger weapons room on the base floor, along with a training room, but the royals found it wise to have an extra one here.”

Kendra nodded, and Aelia led her into the Map Room. Across one wall was a map of Fairy. It seemed to hav some gaps in knowledge, and certain parts seemed to be filling themselves in.

“Oh! The mapmakers seem to still be at it.” Aelia noted, as a hole was quickly filled with a sketch of a flower meadow, and a title. Meadow Deep. “We have several fairies with their own matching maps tied to our own. As they make additions and use their cartography skills, it automatically appears on this one.”

“If you’re ever unsure of a location, check here.” Aelia pointed to a barrel with several rolled pieces of parchment. “You may borrow those, which are updated by the cartographers like the big one. Just be sure to return them when you’re done.”

Kendra nodded. After Aelia led her to the important locations. A grand hall that led to a grander ballroom. The throne room, which she’d seen briefly before. The room with a pond where she and Bracken had spoken with his mother at the very beginning of it all.

Aelia continued, showing her the way to the kitchens—She couldn’t make her own food, but she could request it. The kitchen was run by brownies with a special love of cooking—and an impressive dining hall. Then a small fairy with wings like a hummingbird approached.

“Lady Kendra?” The fairy asked, and when Kendra nodded, she continued, “His Majesty, King Ronodin, would like to let you know the marriage ceremony is to take place tomorrow morning at sunrise.”

Kendra furrowed her brow. There was never a real sunset or sunrise.

Aelia cleared her throat, “ I will make sure she is there on time. I’m afraid Lady Kendra hasn’t gotten accustomed to our time tables yet.”

The fairy seemed to find this suitable and nodded, “Please make sure she is dressed well. King's orders.” The fairy glanced distastefully at Kendra, then flew off.

Kendra frowned, but realized she was still in the modern clothes she had arrived in. And they were quite wrinkled. She wrinkled her nose herself.

Aelia chuckled, and led Kendra back towards her room. She stopped abruptly at a window, and Kendra had to catch herself to keep from running into her. “Ah. See here? This is a fairy made sundial.” She explains, pointing to an ornate sundial sticking out the window, like how a planter box would be like. “There should be at least one on each level, and one in your room.”

It was like a regular sundial, with marks for one to twelve. Right now the shadow of the centerpiece pointed to just after 7.

“It’s just about 7:07 now,” Aelia commented, “They should work all hours of the day, even with our lack of sun or moon. The gem in the middle will tell you whether its ‘night’ or ‘day’. It varies depending on the maker, but normally cool tones means its time to be in bed, and warm tones mean it's time to rise.”

Kendra nodded, “Do fairies normally sleep?”

Aelia pursed her lips, “Since we view time differently than humans, considering our longevity, not usually. It depends on the fairy I suppose. We still tire, but don't rely on sleep like mortals. And we don't really need to schedule time for things. Time is one thing we have an abundance of. Back when mortals could see us, the sundials had more of a use. It could help us keep track of when mortals would be about.”

“It’s mostly for traditions sake, and it makes it easier to plan things. Our days are commonly referred to as cycles. As you can see, the sky changes slightly with the progression of time, again mostly for traditions sake. And the satyrs would complain otherwise about sleeping in bright ‘daylight’ all the time.”

Kendra nodded along, finding it all very interesting, and noted several more dials as they made their way upstairs.

They arrived at Kendra's door, “So Sunrise is when the dial resets at 6. It’s different from how humans see it, and some see it as illogical,but its how it is. I’ll come help you ready an hour or two before then. I’d suggest trying to find a suitable dress, or resting more. I can send up some more food.”

Kendra nodded, but she didn’t feel particularly tired, “Do you have any parchment? And perhaps some Umite pens?”

Aelia's smile turned conspiratory, “Of course! I will happily bring you some.”

Kendra nodded her thanks, and gratefully accepted the stationary along with a meat and cheese board from Aelia. She’d write a letter to her family, and perhaps some sort of journal entry. She’d read somewhere that they helped with stress and anxiety. There was a desk in the corner she set up at, and was gratefully distracted with that until Aelia returned.

Chapter 4: my hand was the one you reached for

Kendra looked at herself in the full length mirror on the wall.

She had washed in the tub which had been surprisingly calming. With the war going on, she didn’t have much time for personal grooming. Aelia had even passed along a toothbrush scrounged up from who knew where, still packaged.

Aelia had brushed and styled Kendras hair, and Kendra had decided on a simple purple silk gown. It made her think of Miss Scarlet in the board game clue. And it was similar to many of the dresses she saw fablehaven fairies wear. And while there had been several white, or lighter color gowns, Kendra refused to where anything resembling a real wedding gown.

Aelia appeared at her door, after being sent to find a pair of shoes Kendra’s size that weren’t her hiking shoes. Kendra didn’t have particularly large feet, but it seemed fairies feet were miniscule. Aelia held a pair of pale lavender flats, and a flower crown in the other.

“The crown is a gift from the king himself.” Aelia informed Kendra, placing the shoes on the floor, and Holding up the crown appraisingly. It was a mixture of pale white flowers, delicately weaved together. “Let’s see. We have gardenia…and those look like daisies. Oh my, are those rhododendrons? They look so delicate, I couldn’t even tell. There are a few fairy bred ones here, elyans…and a few King's Horns.”

Kendra only recognized daisies from that list. She took the crown into her own hands, and couldn't help smiling. It was light weight, and the flowers twisted around each other delicately. She could easily point out the fairy flowers, as she didn’t recognize them. One was small, and rose like, with a creamy ombré look to them, the other was larger, lily shaped, but a pale gray color.

Aelia took it from her hands, and placed it on her head, pinning it in place.

It seemed to finish off the look, and it made Kendra frustrated that Ronodin would’ve commissioned such a perfect addition. She thought about taking it off and burning it, just to spite him, but then Aelia was whisking her from the room.

She was led out of the palace completely, and down a path through expansive gardens. They stopped at the entrance to a grove of trees, tightly grown together.

Standing there was Ronodin, still clad in all black, now with a simple silver embroidered doublet added on top. Also black. It seemed wrong against the pale pink and yellow sky, and the vibrant flora around them. What was worse was seeing the Crown of Fairy atop his dark curls. Kendras hand fisted into balls, and she dug her fingernails into her palm to keep from strangling him.

“Ah. Kendra.” He said, his smirk ever taunting. “You look lovely.”

Kendra nodded, “thank you. I wish I could say the same.” She replies curtly.

He chuckled, and offered an arm. “Well this union won’t be boring, will it?” He asks.

For form's sake, Kendra laced her hand in the crook of his elbow, and let him lead her through the woods.

At the center was an arch, and in front of the arch was an old, bent, and wrinkled Dryad. Standing straight she would have easily been eight feet, but she was stooped with age. The lines in her face reminded Kendra of tree bark. She leaned heavily against a carved staff, and beckoned Ronodin and Kendra forward.

Ronodin led them closer, and bowed. Kendra followed suit.

The Dryad began rumbling in an archaic language, and it took a moment for Kendras' brain to translate. Luckily it was just a greeting, and she didn't miss anything important. Ronodin leaned over slightly, “You can understand, right?”

Kendra nodded, “Can you?” She whispered. Ronodin nodded, and they turned back to the dryad.

I am the Dryad Elder, Moira. She intoned bowing her head, I am older than the breezes, and hold more knowledge than the pebble of earth. She turned to Ronodin, a sad look on her face. I keep enough self possession to say this: It pains even this withered old heart to see such a union; to see our world so besmeared. But you have called on me, Ronodin of House DuLac, and I will answer the call.

Ronodin looked as if he had been smacked, but he shook it off. “Can we get started please?” He asks tightly.

Moira nodded her head, I ask for our witnesses to enter.

From the trees entered a bearded satyr, his face in a grim frown. He seemed to have more self respect than his brethren. Alongside him was a small, glowing blue fairy.

“Shiara!” Kendra cried, and the fairy waved, but her face told Kendra to stay put.

The dryad smiled at the interaction, then turned to Ronodin and Kendra again.

I ask you to face each other. The two complied. Have you both come willingly to this ceremony, choosing to be joined in this union of your own volition? Without taint of control; magic or physical?

“ I have.” Ronodin responds, his smile falling slightly.

Kendra takes a deep breath. This was the moment she had to choose for herself. She already had, somewhat, but the Dryad's former words had pushed her resolve. Not everyone was as swayed by Ronodin as he believed. Not everyone believed she was choosing this because she found Ronodin attractive or charming.

“ I have.” She says firmly, shooting a smug grin to Ronodin. He returned it twice as smugly.

Take each other's hands. Ronodin, I ask that you follow after me. The dryad spoke, after Kendra took Ronodins outstretched hands. He pressed his hands together making it resemble one large knot

Ronodin nodded.

The Dryad reached and placed a hand over their joined hands.

Kendra felt the prickly sensation of her mind being scrutinized. She shook off the comfortability, but wished it had been forewarned.

Repeat after me: The aged Dryad rumbled, turning to Ronodin, I , Ronodin, son of the house DuLac, the dark hearted, King of Fairy, do take Kendra Marie Sorenson: Fairy Kind, first gifted by the Good Molea, Slayer of Gorgrog, Knight of the Dawn, to be your wife, consort, and Queen?

 

Ronodin cleared his throat, and shut his eyes in concentration, his hands shaking slightly. “I, Ronodin, son of the house DuLac, the dark hearted, King of Fairy, do take Kendra Marie Sorenson: Fairy Kind, first gifted by the good Molea, Slayer of Gorgrog, Knight of Dawn, to be my wife, consort, and Queen.”

Through Light and Darkness, under the sun and moon, through plagues and droughts, through abundances and healings.

“Through Light and Darkness,” His voice had a thick edge to it, and he sounded so sincere it made Kendras hair stand on end. “Under the sun and moon, through plagues and droughts, through abundances and healings."

I vow on all this, to stand by it, and stand by you, until the crown may fall from my hands, or until moss grows thick around me.

Ronodin snuck a frustrated look to Moira, but sighed and continued but his eyes were now trained on Kendra. “ I vow on all this, to stand by it, and stand by you, until the crown may fall from my hands, or until moss grows thick around me.”

Moira nodded, and turned to Kendra. Repeat after me, maiden.

Moira repeated the same vows, just flipped, and Kendra repeated dutifully, following Ronodins suit and shutting her eyes. She could still feel everyone’s gaze on her, but shook it off.

I vow on all this, to stand by it, and stand by you, until the crown may fall from your hands, or until moss grows thick around me.

Kendra opened her eyes to see Ronodins dark eyes still trained on her. They had an awed look to them, as if he couldn’t believe they’d gotten this far.

“ I vow on all this, to stand by it, and to stand by you, until the crown may fall from your hands, or until moss grows thick around me.” Kendra finished.

Moira removed her hand, and began waving it over them. Sun and trees and wind, see this union of peace, forged out of iron in a time of such destruction. Make this bond true. Source of all, Source of Light, connect these two beings, as it should be.

There seemed to be a flash of light, Kendra had to shut her eyes, and everything settled. Everyone had a windblown look to them, Ronodin especially. His hair was blown back from his face.

Please bring out the rings, as a physical sign of the bond thus created.

Ronodin released Kendra's hands, and dug his hand into a pocket. Lifting out a simple drawstring punch, he removed two rings from it.

With this ring, I pledge my honor and fidelity to you, my queen and consort. Moira intoned.

Ronodin, glanced to Kendra and delicately lifted her hand, “I pledge my honor and fidelity to you,” He slipped the ring on, “my queen and consort.”

Kendra took the other from his open palm, and took his hand. It was large and broad, covered in tough calluses, several of his fingers scarred.

“I pledge my honor and fidelity to you, my king and consort.” She said rather hurriedly, sliding the ring onto his finger.

She was able to now get a good look at the matching rings, as he took her beringed hand with his own. They were a deep oak, polished and shining, two bands, fused together with a shining and textured band of purple amethyst. They were surprisingly light, and had a delicate quality to them. She supposed they had to be brownie made, as no one else could make them so thin, yet durable.

Moira nodded, May the ceremony be completed.

Yet again there was a flash of light, albeit warmer and duller, emanating from Moiras staff.

Ronodin turned to Kendra, before she could move to Shiara.

“Kendra. Along with all I have vowed, you have my solemn promise to stand by all the demands we have agreed on. I swear to keep you and your family safe above all.”

Kendra flushed, thrown off by the sincerity of it all. She nodded, “You have my solemn vow to abide by the requests you made as well.” And she meant it.

Moira yawned, While that’s all very nice, leave and take your politics out of my grove.

Ronodin chuckled and led Kendra, with the witnesses following behind, out of the trees.

“Isn’t it tradition that the groom picks up the bride as they leave the chapel?” He asks with a teasing smirk.

Kendra rolled her eyes, “That’s actually as they enter their house. But we can veto that tradition.”

Ronodin sighed as if he really minded, “Say your hellos then.” He released her hand, and Kendra turned to Shiara.

“Shiara! It’s good to see you!” Kendra says, feeling tears start to creep at the corner of her eyes. Seeing someone from home was such a relief.

“My queen. I wish it had been under different circumstances, but I agree.” Kendra felt a shift in the lingo, and Ronodin and the satyr looked over slightly confused

Kendra flushed, and continued in the new language “Just Kendra is alright, is there news from fablehaven?”

Shiara shook her head, “Nothing that could help with your case. Is Raxtus well? I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

Kendra nodded, “He was well when I saw him last. He’s been very helpful. He was hurt for a bit, with the fact his father could be so cruel. But he also didn’t find it surprising.”

Shiara nodded, “Of course. Is there anything I can pass on, in case I see him before you do?”

Kendra shook her head, “Nothing comes to mind, besides the fact I’m queen and married now, of course. But I’ll likely find a way to pass on a letter to him and the rest of my friends.”

Shiara nodded, “Well I should be off then. Your groom looks impatient.”

Kendra looked behind her, and there Ronodin stood, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed. “Oh.No, he’s just mad he can’t eavesdrop.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and turned back to Shiara, “ I’m not sure how you were chosen to be the witness, but I am glad you were.”

Shiara nodded, “I had a feeling you would be coming here after the tumult, and came as well. I was always close with the former royal family, so it was a simple choice.”

Kendra nodded, “Well it was smart of you. Goodbye, I suppose. Hopefully we can see each other again soon.”

Shiara nodded in agreement, and flew off.

Kendra turned back to Ronodin, and realized the satyr had moved on. It was just them now.

“So…drinks?” Ronodin asks.

Kendra sighed. This was going to be interesting.

***

“I know you had other plans than this, when you came to the fairy realm. And I feel fairly responsible that you aren’t able to achieve those goals.” Ronodin says, sipping from his wine glass. Kendra fiddled with the silk hem of her dress, and pursed her lips thoughtfully. While Ronodin had poured her a glass as well, she hadn't

“Well that’s because it is your fault.” She says, but with a frown. “I was supposed to get the help of some demons. With your…background, do you think you could help me with that? And I can just pass that information off to the rest of my friends.”

Ronodin nodded, “Of course. Were there specific demons? Or just demons in general?”

Kendra rolled her eyes, and listed off the demons.

“The easiest would be Talizar, who can be found at Wyrmroost. Of course, that preserve isn’t very visitor friendly now. Not that it ever really was.”

Kendra nodded, leveling a meaningful glare at Ronodin.

Ronodin glanced away guiltily, “You can get to the tower he resides in easily from the shrine located there. You can send your satyr friend—who has been safe, albeit confused—to pass that onto your allies. Or I suppose we could invite Talizar here, but that wouldn’t go over very well would it. And I can’t really send you alone, and besides we’re closing our borders.”

Kendra nodded, then raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Why?”

Ronodin frowned, “Safety reasons. For you and me both, I have serious doubts everyone is as glad about this little union as we are.” He jokes, his token smirk back in full force.

Kendra nodded uncertaintly, but wasn’t going to speak out against Ronodin.

“Do you think the demons will be willing to help my friends since I cannot go myself?” She asked, after a few moments of silence.

“If you were to send a letter of explanation, and perhaps I can send a letter of recommendation or something, I think it’ll be fine. Talizar is a surprisingly lenient demon. Of course, the news will be surprising enough, he may request a meeting with you anyway. It’ll work out, don’t worry.”

Kendra wanted to feel reassured, but his tone was more dismissive. Sighing heavily she stands. “All right. While this has been fun, you promised to leave me alone, which I assume means I still keep my own room. Which I’ll be retiring to now.” She says, worried he’d change his mind, or demand she stay. It was hardly past midday, but the morning had been full enough, Kendra’s social battery was ebbing. Or perhaps this counted as jetlag

Ronodin stood. “Oh-Of course!” He sounded somewhat disappointed, but covered it well. “Rest well, my queen, there’s much to be done tomorrow.” He says playfully, bowing.

Kendra rolled her eyes, and waved her hand. “Just ‘Kendra’ is fine.” She pleads, then quickly leaves the room.

Notes:

the chapter titles have all been song lyrics, if anyone wants a compilation of what songs i've used let me know

i made up the fairy flowers, and the other flowers are all purposeful cause i'm obsessed with flower language (and they fit the color scheme) so they have meanings too

i know the chapters are short, but that's how i prefer it

(quick edit:) Ronodin's household is inspired by Arthurian Legend. People tend to use King Arthur's last name (Pendragon usually) or character as the start of fairy-dom, or at least deeply connected (or i'm just crazy). So I used the traditional last name for Lancelot (Arthurs close friend, but also the guy who lowkey steals Arthurs wife) for Ronodin, because it felt fitting. If we imagined Bracken's household to be Pendragon, then it's just perfect for Ronodin to be a Du Lac. But considering they're cousins, La Fae might be better, which is the last name of Morgana, Arthurs half-sister.....we'll stick with Du Lac for now, cause of the symbolism.

lastly, again, thanks for reading :)

Chapter 5: i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

“So you’re queen now?” Virgil asked, rubbing his hands together. “What’s that about?”

“Yeah…” Kendra nodded. “It’s actually…well it was politically and strategically wise. I have letters for my family, if you could pass them on? A deeper explanation of sorts.”

Virgil nodded. “Of course. That’s…that’s crazy. Are you hoping to steal the crown?” He whispers.

Kendra hushes him immediately. “What? Of course not,” she feigns, giving him a look. She glances around. “I don’t know how protected our conversation is…”

Virgil nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He gave her a look though, an obvious one that said, But are you?

Kendra rolled her head, nodding it imperceptibly. Of course.

Virgil nodded, and Kendra handed him the letters. “You’ll be released soon. Please assure my family I‘m safe,” she said, feeling slightly awkward. She didn’t know Virgil very well, and wasn’t quite sure how to say goodbye properly.

Virgil pocketed the letters and stuck out his hand. “Of course. It was nice adventuring with you Kendra. Stay safe.” He shook her hand stiffly, then waved as she turned around and left.

***

Kendra was led to the armory on the level with all the bedrooms. Ronodin was looking at a wall covered with swords hanging up.

“What’re you looking for?” She asked him. “You’re not already plotting my demise, are you?” She murmured sarcastically.

Ronodin chuckled. “No, no. We’re just going to need weapons for our little trip.”

“Trip?” Kendra asked curiously.

“Yes, trip. I‘ve spoken with Talizar, and he says he refuses to speak with anyone but you. So I will be escorting you through the fallen Wyrmroost to the moonlight tower. You talk with Talizar, we return, you write letters explaining the deal to whatever allies you’ve chosen for yourself, I’ll send a fairy to deliver it, we will close our borders,” he explains curtly, choosing a sword and testing the weight of

“I'm sorry—what?” Kendra gasped.

Ronodin looked over to her with a smirk. “We can’t have a ‘runaway bride’ situation, now can we? If you must speak with Talizar, I’m joining you. Talizar has agreed to the arrangement. I suppose I should've asked you as well, so . . . Do you mind?”

Kendra rolled her eyes, but was surprised to find that she didn't mind his idea. “All right, sounds like a plan then.”

Ronodin nodded. “Do you prefer swords? Or your bow and arrow?” He asked, gesturing to where her bow laid on a table alongside the bag of gales.

Kendra smiled, amused. “You’re willingly arming me?”

Ronodin rolled his eyes. “You won’t kill me. Not until you find out where your preferred unicorns are.”

Kendra was, as usual it seemed, without words. So she strode to her bow and picked it up with a sense of satisfaction.

After studying the weapons for a bit longer, Ronodin chose a couple daggers and a lean sword made of a dark metal.

“Can’t you use your horns for swords?” Kendra asked.

Ronodin scoffed. “Yes. If I had them,” He responded curtly, walking over to hand her a dagger for herself. “For you. Bows are all well and good, but if someone comes close . . .”

Kendra nodded, taking the dagger into her possession. It was simple, without any gaudy jewels or carvings like the other daggers she'd seen.

“You’ll probably want to change,” Ronodin added, grabbing a belt for the dagger, and handing it to Kendra. “Then we’ll leave.”

“All right. Where should I meet you?” She asked, placing the dagger and belt with the rest of her weapons.

“Meet me back here,” Ronodin replied, walking out the door. “In no more than half an hour.”

***
Kendra returned, dressed in pants and a doublet, since apparently the fairy realm hated modern clothing. At least she had her hiking boots back; they’d gotten her through many adventures.

Ronodin was back at the table, adjusting the straps to a simple leather chest plate. Beside him on the table was another shining metal chest plate, though it was smaller than the one he wore.

Ronodin looked up when Kendra entered, his gaze sweeping over her, making her shiver involuntarily. “You look…suitable.” He said simply. “I have armor for you, too.”

Kendra made her way over and gasped quietly as she saw the breastplate. “Is that adamant?” She asked.

Ronodin raised his eyebrows. “You know of it? I'm surprised; it's a rather difficult material to come by.”

Kendra nodded. “I used to have a breastplate of it, quite like this one, actually. I lost it a while ago.”

Ronodin smiled. “Well then I‘m certain this one will serve you well.” He lifted it from the table and handed it out to her.

Kendra took it, and stepped back to put it on over the doublet. She usually had help, but she didn’t want to ask Ronodin, and she managed well enough.

Kendra finished adjusting the last clasp, and turned back to Ronodin. “Are we all ready? I‘d prefer to get this over with.”

Ronodin nodded. “Yes, yes, come along.” As they began walking, Kendra swore she heard him mutter something about impatience.

Ronodin led her through the halls, and out a side entrance to a small grove of trees. They were more sparse, but many crossed over others, forming arches. The air looked uncanny and shimmering between the crossed lines.

Ronodin walked to one of these arches, and looking over his shoulder to Kendra, said: “What are you gawking at?”

Kendra scoffed at his tone. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe the weird tree things? Care to explain?”

Ronodin sighed. “No need to be smart, love. There are many ways to get to the shrines, which is where we’re going. As king, I could feasibly just appear there, but you’d be stuck behind. There are other ways, but I prefer this method. It is the most comprehensible for the mortal mind.”

Kendra nodded in understanding, even if the last part felt slightly insulting. She moved to Ronodin’s side and stared into the space between the trees. It seemed as if what she recognized as the surrounding area of the Wyrmroost shrine was faintly superimposed on the air, like a projector shining in daylight.

Ronodin glanced at Kendra. “All right. On the count of three, step through. Unless you wanna hold hands...” he finished slyly; Kendra could hear the smirk on his face.

Kendra grimaced. “Yeah, that's a pass. We can do ‘on three’.”

Ronodin shrugged, grinning. “Whatever you wish, your majesty.” And he counted off.

As soon as his three dwindled, Kendra took a deep breath and stepped through. It felt prickly and strange, almost like walking through spiderwebs, and then she was in Wyrmroost, her back to the miniature shrine. To her surprise, its shape was still feminine. Apparently the shrines did not adjust to their ruler. Ronodin was beside her within a blink.

“Sorry, it’s just best to go one at a time,” He explained, dusting off the phantom webbing.

Kendra frowned. “Oh. I barely even noticed you were gone.”

Ronodin sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. “All right, let's get this over with.”

They stepped out of the grove and looked around at the night sky. Kendra had assumed the mission would happen at night, considering it was the ‘Moonlit’ tower, but it was still shocking. She hadn’t seen the sky like this in much too long. She’d have to discuss with Ronodin about being allowed to visit the mortal world frequently, if nothing but to see the stars.

Distantly she could hear the sounds of wildlife, but above it all was permeating silence and fear. She saw shadows move in the sky above, but whether they were dragons or undead, she wasn’t sure. She lowered her natural glow, trying to remain undetected.

Ronodin whistled low, following Kendra as she walked down a simple path. “Not exactly a dream honeymoon spot, is it? We’ll have to make a pit-stop in Aruba or someplace to make up for it.”

Kendra rolled her eyes and walked through the waterfall separation. She stopped abruptly, noticing a hooded figure at the bottom of the hill, flanked by two astrids in their owl forms.

Ronodin almost ran into Kendra. “What’s the hold up?” He asked, following her gaze and freezing as well.

The figure seemed equally surprised to see the two of them. He raised his hand, signaling peace. “Greetings, rulers! If I may have a word with Kendra, I’d be much obliged.”

Ronodin sighed, and glanced at Kendra. “See why I didn’t want to leave? You already have rabid fans.”

Kendra nodded apprehensively, but her gut trusted the hooded figure. She was about to reach out to the astrids, when Ronodin stepped in front of her, blocking her view. It took her by surprise, so she paused, waiting to see what Ronodin was up to.

“I appreciate the offer, friend, but I can’t allow that,” he said, his voice with an edge of danger.

The figure nodded. “I see. And just saying ‘you can trust me’ won’t do much, will it?” he joked with understanding.

Ronodin smiled, surprised. “You’d be correct there, friend,” he confirmed, his voice softening.

Kendra tapped Ronodins arm. “Don’t I get a say? Considering he wants to speak to me?”

Ronodin turned to her, speaking under his breath. “Do you have no sense of self-preservation? That could be a dragon in human form!”

Kendra frowned. “We both know that’s not true.” Kendra stepped to Ronodin’s side, regaining her former view of the hooded stranger. “What would you like, friend?”

“Just a few words of advice for the Queen of Fairy,” The figure called. “Nothing more.”

Kendra looked at Ronodin, who gave her a look that said ‘are you actually serious?’. She returned it with a look that responded ‘dead serious’. He frowned, his eyes darkening as she began walking towards the figure while she sent Ronodin a smug smirk. She was Queen after all, and could take care of herself, so he really didn’t need to worry.

Kendra stepped down the hillock and heard Ronodin follow behind, muttering something under his breath.

When Kendra reached the figure, she knew her intuition was right. The man was no dragon, but she couldn’t place what exactly he was.

“Who are you?” Kendra asked, tilting her head.

“I am called the Traveler,” the man replied simply. “I am here to aid you.”

Kendra glanced at the lean-to the Traveler was standing in front of. “How did you know we’d come here?” she asked.

The Traveler looked towards where Ronodin stood, his hand on his sword helm intimidatingly.

We told him The astrids responded. Your King has made many enemies. Many spies have eyes on him

Kendra flinched at the intrusion, startled slightly. She glanced at the astrids’ serene expressions, and then to the hooded figure. Something was bothering her about this all.

You will not be harmed, fair lady, not by this side of the war, the astrids assured her.

Ronodin stepped forward so he was beside Kendra just then. “Am I missing something?” He asked, his voice low and frustrated.

Kendra shook her head. “Nothing important.” The interaction was confusing her, and she didn’t need anymore dubious allies. “Is that all you have to say? I’d like to continue with my mission,” She asked the Traveler, feeling unsettled by the astrids' messages.

The Traveler hesitated, but nodded. “Yes, I suppose that that is all we need to say,” he said, turning back to his hovel. “But, fair lady, before you leave, I have a wedding present.”

Ronodin crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Kendra had a similar reaction. “What?”

The Traveler beckoned behind him, and two winged-horses trotted out behind him.

“Glory! Noble!” Kendra cried, delighted at the sight of the familiar steeds.

Ronodin grinned slightly but cautiously. “You’re friends with magic flying horses?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

Kendra pursed her lips. “Of course. I even helped them get their wings.”

Ronodin nodded, murmuring “Why am I not surprised?”

Kendra rolled her eyes as the Traveler spoke again.

“They are loyal steeds. They came to me, hoping to be reunited with you.”

Kendra smiled and patted Noble's side while Glory nuzzled against her. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you guys.”

They knickered, and the Traveler spoke up again. “How would you like to enhance your ability to communicate with each other?”

The horses nodded enthusiastically, and Kendra smiled. “Is that possible?”

The Traveler nodded. “With your connection to the crown, your abilities have grown exceptionally; it should be an easy task. Ask the steeds if you may look inside them, and the rest should be easy.”

Kendra nodded and turned to Glory and Noble. “May I take a look inside your minds?” She asked, feeling slightly awkward.

The steeds nodded, and Kendra placed a palm against Glory’s snout to start. She was suddenly aware of Glory’s brain and memories, and her inner workings. She could sense her pulse and her heart and stomach and as she delved into her steed's mind, she could sense a sort of trigger. After releasing the switch, Kendra mentally removed herself from Glory’s head. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know . . . did it?” Glory intoned slowly. “Oh my goodness! It worked!” She knickered happily as Noble moved forward, butting his head against Kendras shoulder. He was obviously demanding the same procedure.

Kendra did the same to Noble, who knickered happily once the procedure finished.

“Oh yeah! You had all best believe that I’m going to say so many words now!” Noble said happily.

Kendra smiled in response, pleased by the steeds joy. She turned to Ronodin to see his reaction. He was rolling his eyes, but she almost saw the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

The traveler clapped his hands together. “Well, I believe that's all. Go along then, good steeds, and serve the Monarchs well,” He said, then turned to Kendra. “And if you ever require help—“

“She was a whole valley of loyal and kind subjects,” Ronodin interrupted. “And of course, a loyal King at her side,” He finished pointedly, reaching out and taking Kendra's hand in his own.

She looked up at Ronodin immediately, completely baffled at his touch. Before she could miss a beat, however, Kendra quickly turned back to the hooded figure before them and sighed. “Thank you, Traveler, for your help. It is appreciated,” She said kindly, giving Ronodin a quick glare and pulling her hand from his.

The traveler nodded; or, at least, his hood bobbed. “Of course, yes; anything to help the great Kendra Sorenson.”

Kendra blushed a little. “Ah, thank you.” While the Traveler was strange, and his loyalty seemed slightly dubious, Kendra trusted him, and had the strange instinct that she'd require his assistance sooner or later.

“Alright then, let’s get going,” Ronodin said, turning briskly and leading away from the strange man.

Kendra followed along with the two pegasi behind her, chattering excitedly.

They made it a bit farther, and Ronodin gestured for them to stop. Kendra paused, as did Noble and Glory, who quieted.

Ronodin looked at the steeds, with a soft smile. “Friends, I’m sure you were expecting this question, but will you take us to our destination?”

The horses shuffled uneasily, and looked to Kendra. “If Lady Kendra desires it,” Glory said slowly.

“We can ditch him if you need us to Kendra . . .I don’t like his look,” Noble whispered poorly.

Ronodin’s smirk only grew slightly at this.

Kendra shook her head, “Ronodin is. . .trustworthy,” she said, deciding for the time being that was an appropriate adjective.

Noble and Glory looked at him hard for a moment, then bobbed their heads. “All right,” they agreed in unison.

Kendra mounted Glory as Ronodin mounted Noble. The horses broke into a brisk run before letting their wings out and taking off into the air.

Kendra tightened her grip on Glory’s mane once the steeds were settled in the sky. She glanced around nervously, remembering the last time she was at Wyrmroost. Kendra was nearly certain that a dragon would swoop down on them, or worse, an undead wraith would try to turn them all.

“Can you outfly a dragon?” Kendra asked Glory after Ronodin explained to Glory where they were headed.

“I believe that I can,” Glory said enthusiastically. “I’m feeling quite confident in my own ability.”

Kendra grinned at Glory’s confidence, and scanned the ground below them. She shuddered when she spotted Stormguard Castle. Kendra shot a quick glance over to Ronodin, who was occupied with gazing into the open sky above them.

Stormguard Castle was where Ronodin had assisted, or really kidnapped Seth, not too long ago, erasing his memories. Kendra had seen Seth a few times since, and he seemed to be forging his own path and had a firmer understanding of his powers, but Kendra was still frustrated by Ronodin’s actions.

And yet, she had married the guy. Kendra had married the man who kidnapped her brother when he was most vulnerable. Kendra shook her head, trying to dispel the panic. She’d known this all along, and now was not the time for the reality of it to set in. She could freak out later, when she was alone; right now, she had a meeting with a demonic lycanthrope to get to.

What was Kendra doing with her life?

“Are you okay?” Ronodin called over the wind roaring in her ears.

Kendra turned to him, revolted by his appearance. How dare he look like a storybook prince astride a magical horse? Kendra nearly gagged when she noted the crown still at his side, looped through his belt.

“Fine, fine, I just wanna get to the tower,” she replied hastily, ignoring the headache blooming behind her eyes. Oh great, a migraine, nausea, and an anxiety attack. This is fine

Gratefully soon, Kendra felt Glory land on something solid. Kendra glanced around at the tower. It looked smoky and transparent, how she’d imagine standing on a rain cloud would be like. The ground was solid, thankfully. Ronodin dismounted just as the wolfman appeared, stalking through a previously invisible door. His smoking maroon jacket shone in the light, just as much as his oily fur.

Talizar bowed in respect. “Your majesties; it is a pleasure having you.” He spoke with a fang filled grin. “Sadly, this is a meeting between me and the Demon-Executioner only.” He looked at Kendra. “Please come inside; we can talk. I offer you the protection of my hospitality.”

Kendra blinked in shock, pointing to herself. “Wait, me? I’m the ‘Demon-Executioner’?”

Ronodin laughed. “You did kill the former Demon King, love. And plenty of others, did you not?”

Kendra shook her head, frustration welling up inside her as soon as he called her ‘love’. “Well, I mean, it was really just Gorgrog.”

Talizar growled. “Do not speak his name so flippantly,” he said. “You killed the King of Demons, your majesty. That is not something small; it has given you many titles among demons and all magic folk.”

“My apologies, Talizar,” Kendra murmured as she nodded, slightly dazed. Killing Gorgrog had been a strange event, as she’d been overwhelmed with loyalty and frustration. Of course it wasn’t a small event, but it wasn’t wholly purposeful. And yet it was something people remembered. Knew. Perhaps that was the only thing they knew about her. ’Oh that’s Kendra Sorenson, she killed the former King of Demons.’ ‘Oh really? I know her from math class.’ Imagining her normal friends finding out her escapades lifted her mood, and she found that she immediately felt more confident.

Talizar grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Now, shall we talk?”

Kendra nodded and turned to Ronodin, who beckoned with his chin for her to follow the lycanthrope. “I’ll be waiting out here, don’t worry. Talizar can't hurt you, so you'll be completely alright. And don’t even have a thought about me, I'll be well-set out here. I’m with lovely conversationalists,” he finished dryly

Glory nodded her head. “Yup, we’ll be out here.”

Noble knickered. “There’s so much to discuss, we won’t be bored.”

Kendra nodded and rolled her shoulders, putting on a confident air. “We can talk,” she said, turning back to the demon. Then she followed the wolfman through the door, and into the Moonlit Tower.

Notes:

sorry it's been so long since my last update! We're so close to getting canon out of the way, so we can just run wild with these two's dynamics and stories!!!!! Also this chapter is notably longer than the others, and I'm sorry if it drags on.

The conversation between Kendra and Talizar is gonna stick to how it is the canon, and Kendra is just gonna give a quick summary in the next chapter.