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Chapter 4: Titania Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 3 - Bargaining – LittleFallenPrincess   “So let me get this straight… you’re this fairy or elf or whatever Queen… the most powerful of all of you… you live in a different realm… and you came to ‘my realm’ to cure my Mum so you could trick me into becoming your… baby? All because YOU WERE BORED AND THOUGHT I LOOKED CUTE?” “I’m glad you finally understand,” she replied, acting like this was just… normal. Whereas here I was, in this baby blue footed sleeper, being held by this fourteen or fifteen foot goddess… stunned into silence. I was anything but normal right now. “W…Why?” I whined. “Because. I get what I want. No matter what. If I want something, I take it, dear. I am Queen, after all.” “Aren’t there cuter people out there you can have? Why me?” “I saw something within you, dear Charlie. Something I haven’t quite managed to work out. At first I was drawn to you because of your cute babyface, something that would be perfect for my baby. But then I saw your selfless attitude, your devotion to your mother… and that just strengthened my decision. But there was something about you, a mystery… that I will work out, and that sealed the deal, so to speak.” “So what if I hadn’t signed the contract? Would you have still taken me or would I be back in the hospital with my Mum?” “Your Mum would be dying. You would be in the hospital. And I would simply wait. I have all the time in the world, little one. You would have been mine eventually. Grief does silly things to human minds.” “You’re… you’re a monster!” “Ah ah ah… Sweetie, don’t think I won’t punish you for speaking back. I’m allowing you your adult words right now because I’m feeling generous. Don’t mistake my charity for weakness. If you’ve heard any of the stories of the Fae… you’ll know not to mess with us.” The way she spoke to me terrified me. But it was her words that made me lose control a little and cause the front of my… my… that thing between my legs that I’ve been actively trying to avoid thinking about… to get warm and slightly wet. It felt so weird… but also… kinda good? And I think Titania could tell I was enjoying it, as she started grinning at me. “Ah, I see the magic is taking effect. Good.” “Magic?” “Of course. I would’ve thought it was obvious we have magic. We are magical creatures, after all. And when we brought you here I cast a little spell on you.” “What… what will it do to me?” “Regress you. Not fully… just make you lose control, act more infantile, get more emotional, you know… usual babyish things. It’ll help you ease into the role a bit more. Because you better play the role well, it’s what you’re here for. If you can’t be my baby, then what use do I have of you? You don’t want to be like the other humans who belong to me. Out of all of them… you probably have the cushiest life.” “Other humans? What-?” “Of course I have others. Some are pets, some are soldiers, some are maids and butlers. Some warm my bed for me. Some are the flowers in this very garden…” That made my heart stop in terror. Looking around, the garden that just moments ago I thought was beautiful… now terrified the living shit out of me. “Like I said… you’ve got it easy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this kind to a human before. So appreciate it… or else I’ll find you a new position in my court.” “Can I ask… one more question?” “One more, then I will introduce you to your Nanny again.” “Again?” “Yes, Bella. You met her earlier. She will be your Nanny for your stay here. She will take care of you whenever I am not playing with you.” “So… I really need to know… why do you want me as your baby?” “I told you, because you’re-” “No, I mean…” I could tell she didn’t appreciate me interrupting her like that, so I made a mental note to make this the last time I do it. Because I swear I’m not getting turned into a fucking flower or a bush or something! “Sorry, I mean why a baby in particular? Can’t you just… you know… have a baby? Why do you need an adult to pretend to be one?” “Oh sweetie, there will be no ‘pretending’. You will be my baby. At least treated as one. In all essence, you are one, just bigger. But to answer your question… I saw one of my subjects, one of the nobles, with a pregnant human that belonged to her. When she gave birth, I saw how the human looked after her youngling… and I wanted to experience it. However, I did not want an actual baby, because they have a habit of transforming into fae rather quickly in my realm. Whereas adults of your kind take a lot longer to become fae.” “I’ll become fae?” “That’s another question…” she admonished me. I gave her a look of ‘please, last one?’ without actually saying a word, because I didn’t want to push it verbally. Pretty sure she’d ‘punish’ me if I did. That’s when she sighed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Fine, yes. Given enough time, and if I don’t transform you into anything else in the meantime, you will naturally transform into one of the fae whilst in our realm. A lot of the fae were created from missing children over human history, and they transform quickly. It’s why the nature of the fae is so… mischievous. Adults, after spending enough time here, may take on some traits. Provided I haven’t turned them into plants or a chair. Or a tree.” “What kind of fae will I become?” “That… is unknown. And will take a long time to find out. As an adult of your species, you have a natural resistance to the ambient magic in my realm. So we won’t find out for a long, long time.” “Sorry… one last question.” She looked at me, and I knew I had fucked up. “I want something in return then.” I was a bit taken aback by this, but I managed to straighten my thoughts and ask my question. “Why don’t you want a fae?” “Because.” “Because?” “Because where is the fun in that? I could have any fae child I want. If I take a human one, they will transform into a fae and become unruly and mischievous. You… are a good boy. I saw it in you the moment I saw you for the first time in the hospital. You… will behave.” I could tell she was not going to take any more questions. Not just because of the look she was giving me, but because my ‘Nanny’ had appeared behind us, in the doorway we entered the garden from. “Are you ready, Ma’am?” Belladonna asked Titania. “Yes. I have given him a brief introduction. You may take him now. I have business to attend to. I will alert you if I have… urges again.” “Yes Ma’am. Now, little Charlie… say byebye to Mummy.” Shit. It didn’t click until she said the word… but Titania… is my new ‘Mummy’… “And don’t forget, little Charlie… you still owe me that something in return…”   --------------------------------------------------   “She likes you,” said Belladonna, as she effortlessly carried me through the fancy corridor again back to my… nursery. “What makes you say that?” “You were allowed to talk to her. Especially so casually.” “That… was casual?” “I didn’t hear one ‘Your Majesty’, not one ‘Ma’am’, not even the title you’ll be expected to call her from now on…” “You mean I have to call her Mummy?” “Or Mama. Either will satisfy her. And you will be expected to fulfill your role whilst you stay here.” “How long do I stay here?” “As long as she desires. You belong to her now.” “What about you?” “Are you asking if I belong to her too? Of course I do. I’m fae. Of the Summer Court.” “Summer Court?” “Maybe when you’ve grown up a bit and aren’t pissing yourself without realising I’ll teach you the basics of the court. You have no need to know any of it. Your job is just to piss and shit yourself, and look cute for the Queen. But if you’re good, and don’t make my job harder… maybe I’ll reward you with knowledge and other privileges.” “So… were you once human and got turned into a fae?” She rolled her eyes at me like I was stupid. “No, silly. I was born fae.” “What kind are you?” “Elf.” “So like… dungeons and dragons and stuff?” She clearly didn’t like that analogy, so I made a mental note to never bring that up if I valued my life as a being with limbs. I’d hate to be a tree. “Sorry…” “It’s fine. You humans are so ignorant of the world around you. We monstrum are relegated to your fantasy books and stories you tell your children to make them behave. And to not upset the balance, we must hide ourselves, disguise ourselves as human to pass in your world.” “Monstrum?” “Vampires, werewolves, witches, gods, creatures… you know, all the myths and legends you’ve probably been taught.” “So they’re all real? That’s so cool… I loved the stories…” “See. We make great stories. But if we were to ever show ourselves to your kind… out come the pitchforks.” “Pitchforks? Who owns a pitchfork these days?” “I don’t know! Like… a rake? Spear? Sword? What do you humans use now?” she looked frustrated with her lack of knowledge. “Belladonna…?” She gave me one look and I knew that I had fucked up. So I quickly corrected myself. “Sorry… Nanny?” “Yes, baby?” “When was the last time you went out of this ‘realm’? When was the last time you went to my realm?” “I don’t know… a few hundred years?” “Ah. That explains it.” “Oh I’m sorry, ‘Mr I know everything because I’m a filthy human’.” “Is that my new name?” That made her smile a little, and I swear there were even signs of a little smirk. “It will be if you’re not careful! You’ll be spending most of your time with me, sweetheart. So I would advise not getting on my bad side. Though I don’t have the power to turn you into furniture if you misbehave… I can give you a pretty bad spanking.” “SPANKING?” She gave me that warning look again. I was going to have to learn how to behave here if I was going to survive this. “Sorry.” “I’ll start giving warnings soon, baby boy. You’re lucky you got me as your Nanny. I’ve read up on all the books, and I think I can safely say I’m the nicest fae in the Queen’s retinue. You wouldn’t even be talking if it was anyone else.” “Then… Thank you. I won’t take that for granted.” “See! There’s the good boy the Queen told me about. You behave here and maybe when the Queen gets bored of you you’ll end up with a nice cushy position within her court, if you choose to stay. Misbehave and…” “I know. The thought of that still terrifies me.” That’s when I realised we had been standing in the nursery for most of that conversation. She had carried me in and I hadn’t even noticed, because I was so lost in her eyes and her words to notice my surroundings had changed. “Now, why don’t we change that nappy of yours? I bet you’re soaked by now…” “I only wet a little bi-” Clicking her fingers before I could finish my sentence, it was like I had been bursting for a piss all day… and the floodgates opened. “...Nevermind.”   This was all fucking weird. I should be weirded out more by being dressed like a giant baby, though I say ‘giant’... I’m nothing compared to my ‘Mummy’. Or even my ‘Nanny’, who wasn’t as tall as the Queen, but was at least twice my height and would tower over me if I was allowed onto the ground. But at the same time… my Mum is alive thanks to this. But… I’ll never get to see her again. Is that worth it? My heart says yes. But maybe I’m being selfish… I wanted to have her in my life, not just alive.  “You okay, darling?” Belladonna asked, as she wiped my nether regions with a damp cloth. Laying on a changing table, having your nappy changed by an ‘elf’ who is double your height… was something I was still processing. So I just lay there and accepted it. There was clearly no escaping. Even if I hadn’t signed the contract… They have freakin magic! Guards! And they’re much taller and stronger than me! And if what they say about this being a ‘realm’ is true… how do I get out of this one and back to my own? Do I need magic? Is there a portal like in movies? No, for now I will have to play along. However long that takes. And I know if I try to make it difficult, it will end up horribly for me. So I will play the good little baby for now, as weird as it is… “Yeah.” “Don’t worry. You’ll have a good time here. I’ll make sure of it. Just behave, especially around the Queen, and you’ll be fine. You’ll even see that there are many perks to being such a valuable asset to her. Not just a long life, maybe even a timeless life if you do stay long enough to become fae… but if you’re on the Queen’s good side… she isn’t all threats and demands. She will reward you if you make her happy.” “Is that what you do?” “Oh I make her happy in lots of ways…” she grinned, before winking at me. “But for now, let’s get you changed, then put you back in your bassinet for a nap.” “But I’m not tired…” “You will be, the thing is enchanted. Don’t worry, you’ll only ever have sweet and pleasant dreams.” ‘Sweet and pleasant dreams’? Is that what she’d call the one I had before I woke up? 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Maddison was lying in bed when the morning sun hit her face, leaving her feeling a bit groggy; the bed was incredibly soft and cozy. She noticed she had drooled on the pillow—a sign of a great night's sleep—though she couldn't quite figure out why she was wearing those fuzzy, childish pajamas.   Maddison remembered everything that had happened the day before. The first thing she did was check: she pulled her pants down slightly to reveal her GoodNite, which was as dry as the Sahara Desert. This thrilled her—she was in control of her life. Just then, she heard a noise at the door; Camilla was entering. 

Well, diesel has gone up past $5 to $5.19 a gallon at the Sinclair on the corner.

In this chapter, as in the rest of the story, I have endeavored to describe the legal system accurately as it exists where I live. However, I have omitted details that are irrelevant to the story. Chapter 10: The Struggle to Be Together Stef missed Anette during the year she was in Germany. They both had Wi-Fi where they lived, so they could talk for free every evening using a VoIP app on their phones, but it wasn’t the same as actually being together. When Anette returned, she made arrangements with their father to stay in his apartment, which was close to Rindum University College. Stef asked William if he could move in, too, so that he could live with Anette again. William agreed, but it wasn’t that simple because the municipality also had to give permission since Stef was still a minor in foster care. Stef then spoke with his caseworker, Ms. Johansen. She was sympathetic, but said it wasn’t something she could decide on her own. The decision had to be made at a higher level. Ms. Johansen explained that because Stef’s father, William, had custody, he could request that Stef's foster placement be ended and that Stef come to live with him. The municipality would then investigate whether William could provide Stef with proper daily care. When William was out at sea, he would need to make arrangements for another responsible adult to care for Stef. But it was doubtful that 19-year-old Anette would be considered mature enough to handle that responsibility. William filed a formal request for Stef’s return, but it was denied because the municipality did not consider his living situation to be stable enough. However, Stef and Anette still wanted to live together and refused to give up. They prepared a longer, more thorough request, in which they emphasized their strong bond, having spoken daily and remained close for nearly 10 years, as well as their maturity and independence. Stef obtained a letter of recommendation from his Scout leader, who highlighted his excellent leadership of younger Scouts at several events. Anette received a letter of recommendation in German from Manfred and Liese, who described how she had demonstrated great competence and maturity while caring for their children, and how the children were also very fond of her. Anette translated the letter and included the translation together with the original letter. They also received a letter of recommendation from Helene and Mikkel describing how both of them had behaved with maturity, managed their schooling without any problems, and earned good grades. Anette also explained the situation to one of her teachers in her social work program. The teacher advised her on which legal provisions and regulations to cite and which factors to emphasize. Anette drafted most of the second application, but William, Anette, and Stef all signed it to show their agreement. During this time, Stef often felt alone. He started wearing diapers regularly at night because they made him feel secure and helped him sleep better. It was as if he needed extra protection when he was anxious about what was going to happen, even though he always stayed dry at night. That wasn't mentioned in the letter to the municipality. The case dragged on, and Stef turned 16 before they received a response. The municipality finally approved Stef’s moving in with his father and sister, on the condition that Anette would be responsible for him when William was at sea. Ms. Johansen later told Stef and Anette that there had been disagreement within the committee responsible for deciding the case. However, both the way Anette had presented their case and the substance of her letter had demonstrated the maturity of the family and helped convince the skeptics.