“Uh huh,” I narrowed my eyes on him. “What do you want?”
“Nothing but to speak with you,” he flicked one long length of silky onyx hair over his shoulder and set his stare on me. At least, I was pretty sure he was staring at me, it could get hard to tell, what with his eyes being completely black; no whites or irises to speak of.
“Alright,” I sighed and sat back. “What do you want to talk about?”
A screech echoed in the distance and my eyes shot to the window.
“They've realized their prey has escaped,” Uisdean smiled. “And that their fate is sealed. They'll be taken before the court for this. Or simply hunted.”
“They seemed to think that they did nothing wrong,” I offered.
“If they hadn't knowingly attempted to impede a truce, they wouldn't have,” Uisdean shrugged. “But laws of war dictate that once a truce is in the making, none shall interfere with it until it is settled or abandoned.”
“I feel a little sorry for them,” I admitted softly.
“Hmph,” Uisdean made a disgusted face. “Pity is a waste of time. The dullahans orchestrated their own destruction. They should count themselves lucky that Raza didn't slaughter them all in recompense for his son's abduction. Honestly, it's not at all like him to be merciful,” he stopped and glared at me accusingly. “Did you do something to him?”
“Of course not,” I huffed but Uisdean continued to stare at me until I felt my cheeks warm. His eyes widened in shocked comprehension and I shouted, “I didn't do anything!”
“You mated a dragon?!” Uisdean shouted back.
“No, and please keep your voice down,” I hissed.
“But you did do something to him,” Uisdean insisted. “If you didn't bed the beast, then what?”
“We haven't done anything really,” I huffed. “And don't call him a beast. I thought you were his friend?”
“Oh no, it's even worse than I'd assumed,” Uisdean inhaled sharply. “You haven't seduced his loins, you've seduced his heart. You wicked, wily wench!”
“First off; you sound ridiculous. And second; I didn't do anything to Raza! Not his loins or his heart. Can we stop talking about him now?”
“Fine,” Uisdean sniffed. “Keep your sluttish secrets. I merely want to give you some advice; one royal to another.”
“Advice about Raza?” I gave him an incredulous look.
“Now who won't stop talking about the dragon-djinn?” Uisdean smirked. “No, not Lord Raza, about the complications and intricacies of ruling.”
“Oh,” I lamented, “here it comes.”
“Sometimes, it is necessary to deal with those you find... distasteful,” he offered.
“If you're referring to yourself, a better word would be detestable,” I smiled snidely.
“It is necessary to be diplomatic when dealing with other monarchs on occasion,” he went on. “And when one offers you a boon, it would do you well to remember it.”
“Oh, I get it,” I smirked. “The Goddess may have asked you to help us but that won't stop you from trying to profit from this.”
“I must think of my kingdom first,” he shrugged.
“So again, I ask you; what do you want?” I glared at him.
“I want you to remember the aid I've offered you today,” he shrugged.
“And?”
“And I want you to do your Ambassadorial duty and act as mediator between the Court of the Nine Sons and Unseelie.”
“Pardon?”
