But while my guards cherish me for this unexpected gift, there are those who loathe me for it and would rather the Unseelie court suffer than have it ruled over by me, a mongrel queen. A strange, dazzling magic now courses through my half-mortal half-Sidhe body. My guards know this ancient relic well - its disappearance so many ages ago stripped them of their vital powers. I dreamed it, and there it was - cool and hard - when I awoke. I appear to have awakened a force that's lain dormant for thousands of years and I haven't the damndest idea how or why. I spend each night with my immortal guards, but still no child has come of our decadent pleasures. My aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness, no long distracted by her sadistic pastimes, now focusses unwaveringly on me. And there are those who whisper that I am both of these and more. To others I am Princess Merry, heir to the throne of Faerie.
