Her name is Queen Ivory, and I love her because she is different from the one I knew before.
She is the elf queen of the Emerald Palace. She has long golden locks, bright blue eyes, and skin white as milk.
She tells me she loves me. “Human women,” she says, “they are so fickle. One moment they express interest, the next moment they have flitted away – pssh – after some colorful butterfly.”
“Ah, yes,” I say groggily, having become drunk on her darkenberry wine.
“They cannot sate you the way I can,” she goes on to say, locking my eyes with her ice-blue gaze.
“Perhaps not,” I whisper, the world swimming before my eyes. “But still – I loved her.”
“Did you?” she inquires. “You humans cannot even comprehend the meaning of love. ‘I love you, I love you,’ you are always blathering the words – but what the fuck do you think they mean?”
I shake my head, spilling my wine over the front of my shirt. Tears are pouring down my face.
“I suppose I don’t know,” I murmur lifelessly.
She comes forward to take my glass, then dashes it down against the stones. Broken glass skitters everywhere.
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, looking dumbly into her ice-blue eyes.
She kisses me, sucking with her lungs, drawing the entirety of my soul from my body. Then she lowers her mouth to my neck, more vampire than elf, and drains the blood from my veins.
“You silly humans,” she whispers, patting my cheek with her warm hand. “You do not know what love is.”
My last sight is of her bright white dress, slithering away from me, as I fall down to the cold, bloody stones.