Midsummer Night's Fling: Belinda Boring, Kamery Solomon, Lacey Weatherford

by Weatherford, Lacey

  “Don’t assume to know me—or my people, William. There is much you don’t understand. Right or wrong, I feel what I feel. I cannot deny that love drew me back here tonight, despite how I fought. I needed to see her one more time.”

  I heard the words, studied his features, and was astounded by the truthfulness I found there. Raking my hand through my hair, I let out a loud sigh. “Then we are in quite a predicament. We are both in love, both able to offer her different things, both waiting on her decision.”

  “You know there isn’t truly a choice. What kind of life can I give her? Moments—just a brief moment—compared to the happily-ever-after you can. When the fantasy and excitement fade, what will she have to hold on to? Nothing. This is why I told her goodbye and ended it before it was too late.” There was sorrow in his voice, pain emanated from him.

  “You really do love her.”

  He answered with a nod. “More than I thought possible—enough to let her go.”

  A feeling arose within me, one I never thought I would ever share with a Fae—respect. “Then I have something I wish to ask of you. Not for me, but for her.” I closed my eyes, not believing the idea I was about to propose.

  “Like you, I would do anything for her. Speak, and it shall be so.”

  “Give her one last night of wonder. Come to the Midsummer Night’s festival tomorrow night, and bring her childhood fantasy to life.”

  “Do you know what you’re asking? With me already removed, her heart is now yours to claim. She will move on, and you both can begin to create your future together. Why would you risk my return?” It was his turn to look incredulous.

  “Yes, you’re right, but in the years to come she may begin to regret the missed opportunity. Is she truly mine if she still holds onto childhood dreams? She will wonder what may have been had she chosen you. When Aithne comes to me and delivers her heart into my keeping, I want to know it’s given completely. If this will settle the matter, then the risk is worth it. I won’t have it any other way.” I stood my ground, never more sure than at that moment.

  “And should she still choose me?”

  “Then I will help her recover when you leave and be the friend she needs. But, with the enchantment gone, hope tells me that sincerity of heart will trump any kind of magic and let her know for herself. It’s what I ask.”

  I stuck my hand out. Not sure if there was a similar custom in Fae, I suspended it in the air awaiting his shake on it. I was adamant some kind of agreement should be struck. Understanding my intent, Hadrian strode forward, and we shook.

  “For one night only.”

  “One night, and we abide by whatever she chooses,” I responded.

  “So be it.” With one last look at Aithne’s darkened window—the candle now snuffed—Hadrian offered one last bow before returning to the safety of the trees. One minute he was there, the next gone.

  I hoped I hadn’t just made a deal with the Devil himself.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Aithne

  The day of the festival arrived, but the joy I’d once anticipated was diminished, buried under the disappointment of Hadrian’s departure. Eventually the small voice of reason won out over my numerous counter arguments, and I wasn’t able to continue my denial any longer. Sometime in the night, I’d accepted the truth I’d been hiding from—fairytales and magic were things of the past, and held little place in the future I wanted.

  Hadrian’s words caused a crack, and the more I pondered, the more I saw his wisdom. I didn’t doubt that I held some affection for him—my body had displayed that truth easily—but as I looked deeper at those emotions, it was the idea of him, the mystery and magic I was drawn to. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to fully let it all go. I wasn’t used to this crushing sensation that weighed heavy on my chest—it wasn’t like the grief of losing my mother.

  I tried not to think about William through the night. Each time I did, my heart reacted and I berated myself for not being faithful. Although there was no commitment between us, he’d stated his intentions, and I’d kept part of myself from him. I wasn’t sure how I was going to resolve these emotions. I loved him more than I’d ever thought, but was it enough while a piece of my heart still belonged to Hadrian?

  I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting to leave the security of my bed. I had nothing else to do during the day except prepare for this evening’s festivities, and another flutter of excitement filled me. As Mother Earth, I would stand opposite William, playing the Sun King, and together we would repeat the wedding vows. Although they were part of the Druidic rite, it hit too close to home.

  They could be true words if you have the courage, the voice whispered, and I didn’t doubt it. William would marry me in a heartbeat, but I needed the personal conviction before I allowed myself to ever exchange such sacred pledges. He deserved that.

  Letting out a loud sigh, I threw back the covers and sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Sunlight was already streaming through the window, and my stomach rumbled from hunger. I stretched, my attention randomly falling on the small chair across the room, and a small gasp escaped my lips. During my slumber, someone had entered and left me a gift.

  Draped neatly across the seat was an exquisite dress. I hurriedly crossed to examine it more closely. The material was elegant, in a purple that reminded me of my river violets and as soft as flower petals. Small glass beadwork decorated the bodice and as I lifted it into my arms, I noted the ribbons that laced up the back. I held it up to my body and smiled. It was the most beautiful gown I’d ever seen, fancier than anything I’d ever worn or owned. A quick judgment told me it would be a perfect fit.

  Something else caught my eye, and I carefully laid the gown on my bed. Hanging on the back of the upholstered chair was an exquisite flower garland, and I instantly recognized them from Hadrian’s garden. Hesitantly, I reached out to touch them, convinced the second I did, the magic would fail and the headdress would crumble. I laughed with delight when they didn’t, my eyes widening at the violet flowers woven amongst the others. It told me exactly who the gift was from even before I noticed the folded parchment which had fallen to the floor.

  For one night it would be my honor to share this Midsummer Night’s festival with you. It would please me to see you wear my gifts tonight. Until then, Hadrian.

  I smiled as I reread the note several times before crushing it to my chest. He was returning, and even though it was just for tonight, I would make sure every second counted. By the time the sun rose, declaring the festival over, I would know where to place my affections—Hadrian or William.

  I gave no more thought to guilt or indecision. This time tomorrow, my future would be determined. I finally gave in to the excitement of the day and swirled around the room with the gown pressed up against me,

  “You look beautiful, Aithne. Absolutely perfect,” Dierdre gushed as she threaded the ribbons through my hair for a finishing touch. “It’s so romantic as well.” I tried not to shake my head, keeping still until she gave me the go ahead to move.

  “It’s only for one night. I don’t even know when he’ll arrive.” My hands fidgeted in my lap, my nerves threatening to overflow. With only moments left before the ceremony commenced, I was dressed in Hadrian’s gift—a most glorious dress—and the garland on my head released an intoxicating fragrance.

  “But still, it’s something straight from our childhood fairytales. Who knows maybe he’ll change his mind and whisk you away, never to return.” Dierdre continued to chatter as I tuned her out. Her words were once things I’d secretly hoped for, but know they served only as a painful reminder.

  “You know that’s not true. My destiny lies in being an old spinster whom the village children prank,” I scoffed softly. “This is my one night of magic before I leave such things behind.” Sensing she was finished, I stood and turned around. “How do I look?”

  “Like a Fae princess!”

  I tried not to roll my eyes, and
carefully touched my hair. “Thank you for helping me tonight. You’re such a true friend.” A sudden longing for my mother swept through me. I quickly embraced Dierdre, grateful she’d invited me to her home. I couldn’t imagine dressing alone, and she helped fill in for a dearly missed parent.

  “You do know, someone else won’t be able to take his eyes off you tonight. A certain blacksmith?” Dierdre giggled.

  The thought of seeing William caused me to stumble slightly as I became light headed. I wasn’t sure how this evening would unfold—both men in attendance. Steeling myself, I continued in my resolution that once this night was over, I would be ready to fully embrace my future.

  “You are incorrigible!” I teased, gently slapping her arm. “Tonight should be very interesting.”

  I was prevented from further talk by the appearance of Mayor Brimhal. He was dressed in his best Sunday clothes, and I grinned as I noticed someone had helped him tame his hair for the occasion. He now resembled a dignified village leader, and less an absentminded inventor.

  “My, my, aren’t you a vision, Aithne. Each passing year finds you looking more and more like your dear mother.” Tears started to form in both our eyes at the compliment. Uncomfortably, he covered his mouth and coughed. “Allow me the pleasure of escorting you to the ceremony.”

  I slipped my arm through his offered elbow, and waved Deirdre goodbye. My nerves gave way to excitement as I stepped out into the cool night. The air thrummed from the merrymaking already under way, and I smiled at everyone we passed. Everywhere I turned, people looked on with approval, and my heart burst with joy at the sight of my father—pride and love blazing in his eyes. Placing his hand over his heart, he bowed with respect and it caused a wave through the crowds as they followed his example.

  The ceremony was being held in a large meadow just outside the village. The women had painstakingly decorated everything with flowers and ribbons. There were tables and chairs for eating food of every kind—the heavenly aroma teased my senses and caused my mouth to water. Honey mead was in abundance, and lit lanterns were scattered throughout giving it a magical feel.

  I absorbed the scenery, but all was forgotten when my gaze finally rested on the large bonfire and the man standing before it. William stood tall and proud, and I fought the urge to quicken my step. Our journey to him felt like it took a lifetime, and just when I thought I’d die from impatience, there he was.

  I smiled as I took his hand, and he guided me to stand beside him. He was also wearing his best clothes, but that wasn’t what drew my attention. Traditionally, the Sun King wore a mask that covered his features—his lips and eyes the only thing visible. William’s stare was heated, and caused me to focus instead at the glorious crown of antlers on his head. Growing up, they had scared me, but I soon learned it was to honor the Horned God, his nickname.

  The King bent at the waist in a regal bow, and I responded with the customary curtsy. Turning, we faced the Mayor who now stood as the officiator, and the crowds hushed to a low whisper.

  Our arms touched and caused an exhilarating thrill to course through me. The familiar pressure made it impossible to concentrate on the words being spoken—his closeness drawing my attention. I remembered those moments in the forge when he’d cradled my face, the passionate kiss that left me breathless—wanting more. As the mayor welcomed everyone to this year’s festivities, William’s hand slipped into mine and his thumb brushed over my skin. I squeezed back, desperate to regain my focus.

  As the traditional prayers were offered, thanking the gods for their blessings and protection through the winter, my mind turned to how symbolic the ritual was. Here I stood as the Mother Earth, strong and fertile, ready to begin the summer solstice. I repeated the promptings that gave thanks and said goodbye to the winter. One cycle of life was over, and with the help of the sun, we were ready to begin anew. But it was more than just asking for abundant crops. The festival was a time to reflect over the past, learn from each experience, and move forward.

  I wanted to toss my head back and laugh at the heavens. As I listened, I knew I wasn’t only speaking for my village, but also for myself. There was only so much time before I knew I’d have to let go of my childhood and cleave to adulthood. I’d ignored the need for years now, but it had taken Hadrian’s appearance and William’s declaration to rouse me. It was time for me to step forward and become a woman.

  A cord was produced and tied around our clasped hands, signifying a marriage vow between the earth and sun. Working together in partnership, both God and Goddess would be worshipped for their life giving influences. I glanced up into William’s masked face, suddenly wishing this was for a different reason—that we were exchanging vows as husband and wife. He must have sensed my thoughts because his lips curved into a smile.

  A hand at my elbow brought me back to the ceremony, and I realized the only thing left was to toss the winter solstice wreath into the fire and then perform the marriage dance. Accepting the garland from the Mayor, I added a small wish as I threw it into the tall flames, praying that magic would give it wings.

  I wish to know for sure.

  Music began to play, the crowds broke into joyous cheers, and William led me down to the designated dancing area. With our hands still tied, it would be an intimate experience, one in which every moment was spent touching.

  We stood there without speaking, the melody began, and finally I looked into his eyes. There was an instant connection—a spark—and I gasped. Following his lead, I walked around in a circle, never taking my eyes from his. The world ceased to exist. There was only us, and a flare of desire began to smolder and ignite within me. I was mesmerized, enchanted, and I shivered when a step brought him close enough to whisper in my ear.

  “My Aithne.”

  Hadrian.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Aithne

  We finished the dance in silence, questions burning my mind. Where was William? Had Hadrian hurt him? How had no one noticed? Yet I couldn’t help release a sigh of amazement over how magical it was—the passion built between us as we swayed and moved back and forth to the music. Hadrian was a skilled and attentive dancer, and as he escorted me from the dance floor it was to whistles and applause. With the Midsummer festival in full swing now, the villagers began to form small groups, and the mead began to flow.

  Tugging at the cord that bound us together, Hadrian finally removed the mask, and revealed his breathtaking features. His eyes twinkled with mischief, the corner of his mouth raised in a smile, and before I could begin plying him with my questions, he lifted his finger to my lips to still me.

  “Not here.” He handed the mask and cord to a passerby before he took me by the elbow and steered me away from the revelers. Other bonfires were in the process of being ignited, and there was a line forming of young men. Each one wanted to jump through the hot, towering flames.

  We passed by my father who was already in deep conversation with the Mayor, and he lifted his tankard in salute—a knowing look on his face. He turned to his friend, whispered something, and they both laughed out loud before glancing back toward us. I didn’t have time to query it as Hadrian continued to lead me away. He almost had me alone when I heard someone call my name.

  “Where are you two slinking off to? Don’t you know there’s celebrating to be done? Look Aithne, they’re about to start the Sun’s spiral dance. William, you need to go jump across the fire as well,” Dierdre chattered as excitement bubbled from her. I gave her a quizzical look, wondering why she couldn’t tell I wasn’t with William. Turning to Hadrian, he shook his head, signaling for me to not say a word.

  “Just go with it,” he whispered as we were lead back into the festivities, helpless against my best friend’s enthusiasm. I took a flowered garland strand from her, and watching Hadrian join the men, I forgot my curiosity for the moment and joined in with the frolicking. Round and round we weaved in and out using our bodies to form a spiral, gathering others to follow as we went. The air was fille
d with laughter and music, and when I finally broke away—hot and thirsty—Hadrian was waiting with a tankard of mead.

  “Here, drink.” He lifted the cup to my mouth, and parting my lips, I swallowed the delicious liquid. It helped cool my body, and in good spirits, I swayed to and fro.

  “You should try some as well.” I said, taking and offering it likewise. His eyes never left mine as he took a mouthful. His tongue darted out to capture the small droplets that remained on his lips.

  “It reminds me of a beverage we have back home. It has the same sweetness and ability to render a person senseless if too much is drunk.” Hadrian winked, as he took my hand again. “Come, I’m sure you have many questions, and the night has only just begun.”

  Nodding, I placed the tankard on a table, and followed him back in the direction he’d originally taken me. I was curious whether our destination was Fae, but with a wave of his hand and a brief shimmer as we stepped into the tree line, I found myself in an enclosed nook within the forest.

  It was beautiful and I stared in wonder as I watched the trunk of a strong tree bend until it formed a place to sit and the branches entwined to offer more security. Leaves burst into life to provide soft padding while violets bloomed—scattered all over—so that the ground was awash with purple. Small lights twinkled in the air, causing our secluded nest to faintly glow.

  “How . . . ?” I stammered, not knowing what question I wanted to ask first.

  “Just a little magic to make sure we’re comfortable while we talk privately. I wanted to make this night perfect for you.”

  I brushed my fingers over the bark of the tree trunk, stroking the leaves of the entwined branches that hung overhead. “This never ceases to amaze me, Hadrian. It’s incredible.” I let out a gentle sigh as I eased onto the makeshift bower. I was surprised to find it sturdy. “Thank you.”