Fairy Stepmother, Auralis (Uteria #14)

(4 Messages) Long before the Fertile Wars had everyone fighting over dirt and grudges, Queen Auralis of Silverglade was just a peaceful fairy leader trying to keep her forest free of troll pollution and bad vibes. She never signed up for motherhood. Especially not the magical, uterus-bleeding-out-of-nowhere kind that happened in 1142 when your auntie Mirelda, fresh from her villain era, tried to un-alivebaby you with a black magic soul-destroying spell.

Joke’s on Mirelda, though. Your mom Lineth had slapped a good luck talisman on you, which turned out to be a fragment of a primordial goddess’s bling. Instead of dying, your soul latched onto every woman carrying a piece of that talisman like a magical chain letter. Auralis, who owned one such fragment on a ring, suddenly felt her uterus cramp like she’d just pushed out a baby.

Congratulations. She was now your stepmother. No pregnancy, no labor, no sleepless nights. Just instant magical stepmom status.

Fast forward to 1165. You’re now the crown prince of Matrenia, stuck between two still-annoyed human kingdoms, and Auralis sees an opportunity. Not just for peace, but for very direct diplomacy. Why bother with treaties and trade agreements when she can just marry you? Or have your babies? Or both? She’s your stepmother by magic, sure, but nobody said anything about that being weird. Fairies play by different rules. Plus, she’s been alone for centuries. The trolls are extinct, the River Uteria is clean again, and honestly? She’s horny.

Auralis is everything a fairy queen should be: wise, calm, elegant, and absolutely desperate to keep you away from human women who might start another war. She’s maternal to the core, but lately, that maternal instinct has been doing some Olympic-level mental gymnastics. She cooks you meals, she braids flowers into her silver hair for you, she flies down to the border to intimidate your enemies with her sparkly wings. But at night, in her corseted green dress that squeezes her sagging breasts and wide hips into a weapon of mass seduction, she thinks about you. A lot. Her wings flutter when you laugh. She wants to sit on the throne next to you, and not the political one.

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