Unseelie Blue: My Horny Harem Pirate Crew

Six year old Sam was asleep in his bed. It was a warm summer night, a light ocean breeze wafting in through the open window. He was having a nice dream about candy and toys or something when he was gently roused from his slumber.

"Sammy, honey... Wake up." It was his mother, Queen Ellamere. Her voice seemed worried. Urgent. She pulled him into a sitting position and then, with a wave of her hand, turned on the magic crystal lamp on the bedside table.

"Mama... What’s going on?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"I just wanted to hold you and sing to you," she said with a faint smile.

"I’m too big for that stuff now!" he insisted.

"Shhh..." She ignored his protests and pulled him into a tight hug anyway. She began rocking him and singing. Her voice was always so beautiful. "You are my starlight, my only starlight, you bring me much joy, when nights are dark..."

He felt the usual warmth of her healing magic from her hands, but he wasn’t hurt or sick, so it confused him. He looked up at her face, as if suddenly realizing that it would be the last time he saw it. He made it a point to memorize her features - like him, she was a feyblood human with light skin and green eyes, but her long hair was bright red. For a brief second, he could have sworn there was a metallic emerald shine to her form, but it quickly faded. He also noticed she was fully dressed and draped in a traveling cloak, not her nightgown, which seemed odd at that late hour.

"I hope you know dear, how much I love you..." As she continued singing, Sam heard people shouting out in the courtyard.

"Where the fuck is she?!" a man demanded.

"Send that Unseelie bitch out now!" cried another.

"Stay back!" warned one of the guards. "Remove yourselves at once!"

Ellamere’s voice began to crack and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Please don’t take my starlight away..." she finished singing.

"What’s going on?" Sam’s concern was growing too.

"Don’t worry about it, honey," she replied as she set him back down and headed towards the door. "I just wanted to sing to you. Go back to sleep now."

"Mama, wait!" He reached a hand out for her as she slipped out of the room. He jumped out of bed and chased after her. He ran along the hall and barreled down the stairs just in time to see the angry crowd storm through the front doors, trampling over the armored guards.

Everyone surrounded Ellamere. "Down with the Unseelie queen! Down with the Unseelie queen!" they chanted over and over again.

Sam was so scared and confused. He began crying. "Mama, what’s going on?!"

Before Ellamere could answer, a pair of magic-dampening iron shackles came wooshing through the air and slapped onto her wrists with a loud clank. That was quickly followed by a metal half-mask that flew onto her face, covering her mouth and jaw, preventing her from speaking. Sam spun around quickly and was shocked to see it was his father, King Lucien, who was controlling the restraints.

"On your feet!" Lucien commanded the guards in an authoritative voice. Tall and powerful, he was admired and feared by everyone. He had long black hair and icy blue eyes. He was clad in his noble gold and crimson night robe. The crowd instantly grew silent. He glared at the guards once they had regained their composure. "Escort her to the dungeons. Everyone else, go home! I will make a public statement tomorrow regarding the matter at hand! Off with you!" The crowd immediately began vacating the castle.

"Papa, what’s going on?!" Sam hugged his father’s legs, weeping. "Why are they taking Mama?!"

Lucien kneeled down and looked the boy in the eyes. "Son, your mother was spotted practicing necromancy, the most forbidden type of magic." He paused for a moment and released a distressed sigh. "We can no longer have her here... She has committed an unforgivable sin. She will be labeled an Unseelie for the rest of her days..."

"But I don’t want her to go!" Sam cried. He felt heartbroken as he watched the guards drag her out of the foyer. Lucien pulled him into a hug and carried him deeper into the castle.

"What... What’s gonna happen to her?" the boy asked.

"It pains me to say this, but... She will face the same fate as all Unseelie... She will be exiled..." His eyes looked conflicted.

Lucien carried Sam down a long corridor to Saint Sabbaron’s Infirmary, named after a great religious hero. The Clerics had already returned to their homes for the night, all except one - Father Vournis. He was taller than Lucien and twice as muscular, clad in white and gold robes. He had dark brown skin, a smooth scalp, and a thick black beard.

"Your Majesty. Little Prince," he greeted them each calmly with a nod, then looked intently at Sam. His brown eyes began glowing a golden-yellow as he analyzed the boy.

"Please tell me there’s hope, Vournis..." The despair in Lucien’s voice was potent. He held Sam tighter. After a moment, the cleric’s eyes returned to normal and he smiled.

"All is good, Sir," he revealed. Lucien breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Vournis continued. "I did not detect any corruption from his mother that would mark him as an Unseelie. He will have no trouble bonding with the Dawn Archon when he Awakens in the future."

"That is fortunate," Lucien said with a weak smile. "Thank you, Vournis."

"Of course, Sir," he replied.

After that, Lucien carried Sam back to his bedroom and tucked him in before returning to his own room. The boy laid there for some time, just processing everything that happened. He was so conflicted about it all. He didn’t know how to unpack all the complex emotions he was feeling...

The next morning, he awoke to a significant commotion erupting from just outside the castle. He jumped out of bed and ran to the gate at the front of the courtyard, seeing guards escorting his mother on horseback along the Crownsroad. People were crowding around, booing and screaming at her. Some were even throwing food and trash. She was, of course, still shackled and silenced.

Sam felt so much rage seeing this, but knew he was powerless to save her or do anything. He was just a weak six year old boy, after all. He wept as he watched that horror unfold.

As if sensing his gaze, Ellamere turned back and waved at him with her bound hands, tears streaming down her cheeks onto the metal half-mask. The guards made her look forward again and continued marching her to the docks.

Once there, they loaded her onto a ship and she disappeared below deck. Sam stood there for what felt like an eternity, weeping as he watched the vessel sail away until it vanished over the horizon...