The Accords are finally agreed. And, as soon as I make a fresh, final copy, they will be signed and sealed. Something else was sealed too. Something that Gwyn once thought erroneously of me, when she first knew me, but now, is no longer erroneous. What began with confused feelings concerning a young economics student in London came to fruition in the arms of the Unseelie King. I am now a lover of men as well as women. Such a thing would have seemed unthinkable, illegal, even, in my old life, before I became what I am. Yet, for all that the society that I grew up in would have me think otherwise, I feel no shame in setting that thought down. If future generations ever read this diary, perhaps they will wonder that this is was even an issue. I know from what Gwyn has told me that such a thing is considered acceptable and normal in her time. So, I shall not worry about it in this time, whenever this is.
Maric contacted me though our link, as I was waking, and asked if I might set up a meeting with Their Majesties, Gwyneth and Janus, to discuss the accords and get them sorted out. I updated him quickly, on Aoibheann’s request to deliver a letter to Their Majesties, on the ‘curing’of Gwrgi, the bad dreams people had been having in the aftermath of Vedis’ passing and such like. He told me that he could sense the Huntsman on Aoibheann, somehow. Not the one who had visited us recently, but the old one, the one with the obsession about his little lost rabbit. He was hoping to persuade Aoibheann to go along with him to meet with Janus to see if there was anything that could be done about that. He was also concerned about the reappearance of Llwyd and the possible effect that might have on power in the faerie realms. This was why he wanted to get the accords sorted.
Some time later, I took myself to Ardan, where a demi-fae advised me that Janus would meet with us there. Gwyneth, it seems, is in repose for the winter season. That, I found distressing, but, I have to accept that this is a consequence of her nature, much as I miss her presence, and more. I advised Maric of this meeting and sat to wait. Maric told me that he had spoken with Aoibheann and that he could sense the presence of the Huntsman in her. He would be there shortly. He seemed worried that I was in over my head, being alone with the King, but I assured him I was not in fear. I was consort to the Queen, and he was lover to my lover, so I was no further in over my head than I ever was.
Janus appeared from the tree, greeting me formally, but with some familiarity, as he played with a lock of my hair. The heat and sensuality that surrounds him seemed stronger than ever, and almost distracted me from my formal reasons for being there.
I took a moment to regain my resolve and greeted him in turn, stating my business. I took the opportunity to apprise him of the suggested amendment that Maric had made, concerning the tribunal. Janus took offence at first, saying it was rude to start the discussions without the other party. I explained that the amendment had come up as a result of Maric reading the draft, and I would have told Their Majesties sooner, but, things had been somewhat busy of late. He stepped closer, saying that I tasted of the Wyld, of lust, of hunger, his face very close to mine. I explained about the incident with Gwrgi and Valene, and how I had found myself at the Heart of the Wyld, and how that had filled me. I tasted of blood, and Wyld, Almost fae, but not quite. I was more akin to him than Valene, he said, yet the Queen of the Cait had claimed me. She would just have to share; he told me, before pulling me closer still, and kissing me, hard, but swiftly. Once again, felt the pull of him, the power, the desire, his as well as my own. I did not resist him. I told him that this had always been the case. Valene knew this, Gwyneth knew it and I knew it. All knew that we would have to share.
He stepped back a pace and turned, formal once more, as he greeted Maric, who had just arrived. He had clearly seen the kiss, but made no mention of it, choosing instead to greet the King formally, as I would have expected of him. After suitable greetings and compliments, he got on with business and asked if the terms of the Accords were acceptable.
Janus looked at me again; his intent clear in his eyes, then dragged his attention away to Maric. He spoke of one who had been causing trouble, running around, meddling, almost killing several of his people, and coercing a creature that would likely eat him. That aside, he stated that the Accords seemed fair to him and his Queen. He could not swear that all the fae courts would follow the agreements, since they could stubborn, but he would do his best to keep them in check, if we would do the same with ours.
I suspected that he spoke of Horace. I said that I regretted Horace’s actions as much as anybody, and said that I had given orders that he be detained, should be venture again into the town. I said that I suspected his actions were occasioned by his feeling of loss regarding the late queen, which I said might explain, if not excuse, his actions. Maric agreed, though he did state that Horace was not formally attached to Mysthaven, since he claimed to serve Faermorn now.
The mention of Faermorn got a strong reaction from Janus, an understandable one, given their previous situation. Leaves fell from the trees and burst into flame, and the hovering demi fae disappeared with frightened squeaks. Faermorn was worthy of grief, he said, but she would not have wanted, nor approved of, Horace’s actions.
Maric pressed the point regarding the Accords, wanting that matter resolved so that we then had a basis for dealing with any transgressions. He also raised the matter of Aoibheann, fearing that what afflicted her was fae in nature, and thus wished Janus’ better knowledge on such things. Before he did so, he wished to know that the courts bore no ill will towards her. Janus said there was none such. The Huntsman had not taken Aoibheann, for she had broken no oaths, and other matters he was prepared to let lie. We spoke a little of Llwyd, and the new Huntsman, and I speculated if that was what was happening to Aoibheann. That it was Llwyd bothering her. Maric was not so sure. He very much feared that the old Huntsman had found a new host in her. He left us then, saying he would return with Aoibheann when she felt able to visit. I could tell that he was having difficulty controlling his urges, his desires for the fae energies, so it was best he went. Janus sent an escort party of demi-fae to see him safely home.
I spoke more with Janus, saying I would make a final version of the Accords for signing and sealing. I asked if there were other courts that might want to be party to them, other than the Cait. He said that there were only the demi-fae, the goblins and the sluagh, all of whom were much diminished and had merged themselves into the Unseelie Court, thus, his agreement spoke for all.
With Maric gone, and the demi-fae busy elsewhere, Janus had no more time for business and neither did I. There was no more denial and it was time to acknowledge and act upon the things we both felt. If it was real desire, or just the skin-hunger, I could not tell, nor did I care. All that mattered was my hand on him, and his hands on mine, his lips and mine, and more besides. Nothing else mattered.