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Had you told Lanfear she’d ever dream of a world where she didn’t need her wings, where the Princess would come to her, she would have laughed… but here she was. Liandrin, her dear, sweet, princess with a dark side, had walked then run from the ball. Spells were supposed to bind them together but Liandrin shudders at everyone’s touch.
Here, alone, Liandrin settles. Here, she sleeps and seems safe. Here, held only by love and a promise to protect, Lanfear watches her, wonders what horrors her family hold to drive the woman so close to her, what horror is yet to come.
Liandrin, she discovers, is supposed to marry. Panic strikes, she binds Liandrin’s suitors, casts her spell to protect but not unease Liandrin. She will sleep, when she is at home in her bed, she will wake only for her true love… and Lanfear will wait to be called upon.
Time passes, days, weeks, then months. Suitor after suitor kisses soft lips and walks away dejected when Liandrin fails to wake. Her family do not call, it is only Moiraine, a loyal friend of Liandrin, who calls on her.
Moiraine stands to her aide, faces the king and queen and swears she will be the one to wake Liandrin. For the first time in her life Lanfear prays she is right, that her love is returned. Liandrin wakes for her, reaches and burrows so close that Lanfear can feel the tears that come, a hand threading into gentle blonde hair, smoothing softly through.
“It’s over, my love… you will be mine.”
They are sworn as lovers that night, they marry within a week and Liandrin seems all the lighter for Lanfear’s love. A Dark fae and her precious Princess, they make a strange but true couple, a loving pairing as good as any other. A fairytale end to a tormented search for love.