[color=green][h1]Aisling[/h1][/color]

Taking the offered seat, Aisling was grateful for it. Though the human disliked the naming of herself, she was unable to refuse and be polite about it. The Moon was the object least associated with the fiery Irish woman. "I thank you for your offer, Your Majesty, and I will gladly take you to task for it." She dipped her head respectfully. "My Lord seems to have forgotten to arm myself against the cold of your realm." Settling back, she felt the spells wrote deep within her stir. Her Lord had his secrets, some she could reveal without meaning to. Thus the Lord of Fall had taken measures.

Beginning her tale about the Fall King, for it was the truth well and whole. Aisling was a shrewd and to the point person, something that the Fae seemed to enjoy in a dose from a Mortal. "My Lord of Fall is a just ruler. He is a bit excessive with his protection, but I have seen no hardship form it except a tad more work. And nae have I heard of Fall engaging in any wars of note, or any major breaches of it's borders." She nodded in agreement with this thought. "The Fall Lord is merciful when there is something to be gained, or when harsher punishments are not needed. Though..." She winced slightly from the last notable traitor who was brought to him. "I was accosted by several Fae who sought to feed off my mind whilst I slept." Her hands tightened slightly. Minute actions, but with reason from the sight of the rage upon that dark face. "My Lord of Fall was furious. I had just entered into your Realm and into bargain with Him. Needless to say, those Fae lay upon the throne when they fought him. Or within their prison, if they yielded, till His Lordship calls upon them again."

A blush fought up her cheeks slightly at the one question. "N-No, Your Majesty. My- The Lord does not 'bed'. Rather I ferry to and from the Mortal Realm." With a nod towards the supposed South and Fall's lands, Aisling continued with a slight cough to hide the unseemly flush. "My Lord of Fall would ask no more from you than what you could give. But, it may be all you can give that he will ask you for. I asked for a problem to be removed and so it was. My price was servitude and all I could give." She frowned slightly. "His prices are high, but he does not make offers lightly nor often."

The mortal eyes locked onto the Fae Queen. "You ask me what being wed to him means? You will have no enemies, you will have no wants nor will hardships bother you or your people. But there will be a price and that is absolute loyalty. Betrayal once is betrayal a thousand times over." She paused to let it sink in. "Should you betray him, should you seek to cheat him. Remember what happened to those far older, and far more ancient from days long gone. Each pelt lays upon his throne, each bone upon his throne." She gives the Fae Queen a soft smile.  "Forgive me, but while I have not... with him.... You will have all you desire." The poor girl's face was as red as her hair.