Titanias face glowed with angry triumph. "Very well. She has chosen her fate." The faery queen raised a gloved hand, and lightning flashed overhead. "A hart it is, then. Set free the hounds. We will have a merry hunt!"

Her hand swept down, pointing at her, and spasms rocked her body. Her spine lengthened and popped. Invisible pliers grabbed her face and pulled, stretching her lips into a muzzle. She could feel her legs getting longer, thinner, her fingers turning into cloven hooves.

Then, suddenly, it stopped. Her body snapped into the proper shape, like a taut rubber band.

She looked down and saw she had hooves and that she was now four-legged.
'This is not good...' She said to herself, she shook a bit.

Her body almost instantly began to turn back to its normal self. Oberon standing at the mouth of the tunnel, a pair of faery knights behind him, his arm outstretched. With his appearance, the lilting harp music ground to a halt. The fey girls surrounding the collared human flung themselves to the floor and bowed their heads.

"Wife," Oberon said calmly, stepping into the clearing. "You will not do this."

Titania rose, her face a mask of fury. "You dare speak to me that way," she spat, and wind rattled the branches of the trees. "You dare, after you hid her from me, after you sent your little pet to protect her!" Titania sneered, and lightning crackled overhead. "You deny me a consort, and yet you flaunt your half-breed abomination in the court for all to see. You are a disgrace. The court mocks you in secret, and you still protect her."

"Nonetheless." Somehow, Oberons composed voice rose above the howling of the wind. "She is my blood, and you will not touch her. If you have any grievances, my lady, cast them on me, not on the girl. It is not her fault."

"Perhaps I shall turn her into a cabbage," the queen mused, shooting Amelia a look of black hatred, "and plant her in my garden for the rabbits to enjoy. Then she would be useful and wanted."

"You will not touch her," Oberon said again, his voice rising in authority. His cloak billowed out, and he grew taller, his shadow lengthening on the ground. "I command it, wife. I have given my word that she shall not come to harm within my court, and you will follow me on this. Do I make myself clear?"

Lightning sizzled, and the ground shook under the intensity of the rulers gazes. The girls at the foot of the throne cringed, and Oberons guards grasped the hilts of their swords. A branch snapped nearby, barely missing the harp girl, who cowered under the trunk.

"Very well, husband." Titanias voice was as cold as ice, but the wind gradually died and the earth stopped moving. "As you command. I will not harm the half-breed while she is within the court."

Oberon gave a curt nod. "And your servants will not do her ill, either."

The queen pursed her lips as if shed swallowed a lemon. "No, husband."

The Erlking sighed. "Very well. We will speak on this later. I bid you good-night, my lady." He turned, his cloak billowing behind him, and left the clearing, the guards trailing in his wake.

She sighed quietly of relief.
'Thank you...' She wished she could have said it to him, but she only said it in her mind.

(Sorry for writing so much yet so little for you to reply to)

Titania glared at her as if hoping the blood would boil in her veins. "Well, you heard His Majesty, half-breed," she cooed, her voice laced with poison. "Get out of my sight before I forget my promise and change you into a snail."

(Its ok! this week I have writers block soooo yeah...)

She bowed quickly, then left.
(So yeah I cant think of anything lol)

(No worries, I understand)

However, no sooner did she stand up and Titania snapped her fingers. "Wait!" she ordered. "Ive a better idea. Goat-girl, come here."

Tansy appeared at her side. The satyr looked terrified; her eyes were bulging out of her head and her furry legs trembled. The queen flicked a finger at Amelia. "Take Oberons [fatherless child] to the kitchens. Tell Sarah weve found her a new serving girl. If the [fatherless child] must stay, she might as well work."

"B-but, my lady," Tansy stammered, "King Oberon said--"

"Ah, but King Oberon is no longer here, is he?" Titanias eyes gleamed, and she smiled. "And what Oberon does not know will not hurt him. Now, go, before I truly lose my patience."

Once they left Amelia stopped for a second.
"Won't the others notice me if I were to work?" She asked Tansy.

"Yes...they will."

"That can't happen... the King will be mad once he finds out."