Talk about something you did that made you feel ashamed of yourself afterwards.

I don’t understand the question. There is no shame in me, so how can anything I have done cause shame within me? I do what must be done and I make no apologies for it.

I have been told I need to be ashamed for being half-Fae, or half-Human. I have often been told that that I need to somehow be ashamed of doing what I have done in my life. I should be ashamed of having killed my foster mother, having usurped her position and ultimately the Throne itself. I should also be ashamed for loving who I do because of who he is and the wickedness that he has done. I should also then be ashamed of willingly becoming the mother of his children. I should be ashamed of the tears I have shed, the lies I’ve told, the violence I have incited in order to protect me and mine.

There is no part of me that is ashamed. If anything I am proud of myself because I still live. He still lives. We still live. We survive. I am not ashamed of anything. I am proud of that – of my accomplishments. And yes, I am most proud of my husband. Proud to say that no other man has ever made me want to utter one single word – one promise.
“Yours.” No man can call me ‘his’, save one.

I am unrepentant because there is nothing for which I am ashamed.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythos / Meta
Word Count: 242

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11 responses to “Talk about something you did that made you feel ashamed of yourself afterwards.

  1. Why would you be told to be ashamed of being half-Fae half-human, Lady?

    • *smiles* Once upon a time it was more common for the Sidhe to mix their blood with that of Humans. Now it would seem it is almost unheard of. Few scarcely believe it can be so. Both sides have it in their mind that there are certain levels of purity of the blood that must be maintained, my Lord. Whether or not this snobbery is well-founded or no, there are those who think that the mixing of bloodlines is the bane of each of their continued existence.

      Make no mistake, I am whole. I am not one thing or the other. I am who I am. There are those who bandy about the term “Halfling” in my presence. To my mind they are simply jealous that they cannot go both places as I can.


      • *tilts his head, studying her*

        Were someone to say such a thing about a child of mine, he would soon not have a tongue to say it again.

        • My mother died when I was but an infant, and my father was rather….uninvolved. I have only ever met him once in my life. My foster mother, Morgienne, was probably the worst about pointing out the shortcommings of being of mixed blood.

          Ultimately, she paid the price for her insolence.

          Speaking of children – I read your entry about your child. I am truly sorry for your loss. I know I would be equally griefstricken and would seek revenge if anyone similarly did anything to my child.

          • Unfortunately, many of my people are rather indiscriminate about the children they father on mortal women.

            And I have seen that mortals became less and less accepting of us through the years. But such thing still…should be a mark of pride. There are many with mortal blood in my court.

            *short nod*

            Thank you.

  2. Children of mixed blood are often longer lived, yes.

    I would appreciate that, Lady. I haven’t been home in a few months. A visit is due soon. You are welcome then.

  3. Darlin’, don’t ever think I could be ashamed of who you are or what you have been. Course, I’ll be real quick to show you how proud I am of you-every single part of you.

    I sure am mighty proud that you are mine. Just as I am yours and no one elses.

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