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Nate'll figure that out eventually.

She's not exactly sure how to explain ::No people...should have to live that way:: she offered, palm face up and light forming pictures above her hand.
She's...life. She's Phoenix. And she's a teke who can affect the sub molecular level. All of this dances in those pictures.

He gives a nod, watching the pictures. ::No people shouldn't, I agree. But that is why the Queen is giving the thrown to a couple who can have children. Once on that thrown, the Court will begin to have children again.::

There's flame in her eyes now, and a deep, star flecked depth in her mental voice now ::Tell me of those who would ascend...::

Nate glanced up, distracted, eyes wide. ::Rachel!::

She blinked, slowly letting the flame trickle away...::...I'm sorry...::

Doyle's eyes flicker between the two for a moment.

::There is Princess Meredith and Prince Cel. Prince Cel is the Queen's son, Princess Meredith the Queen's niece. Prince Cel is on the slightly crazy side and most do not wish to see him assend the throne. Though few will voice that because Princess Meredith is the only other canidate. Princess Meredith is mortal, or at least she was in my time line. I saw here here and she was very immortal so I do not know what has changed between when she comes from and where I come from. But, the Court fears that with the Princess having mortal blood, she would doom the court to a life of mortality. I don't think that would happen, nor do most of the guard. Anything to spare the Court from Cel is what I wish for the Court myself. Though I would like to see Meredith on the throne.::

[sleep! ish good! night!]

And Rachel listened carefully, the words filtering back into her shattered thoughts with perhaps different meanings than most would ascribe to them...

Then she began to puzzle over the problem.

She would easily trust Doyle's judgement on worth for the throne, he had many, many years experience, and she didn't believe he'd lie to her. ::This Cel would destroy you as a people...:: she echoed softly.

::And your Meredith could save them:: letting the same warmth and trust that filled his tones when he spoke her name echo back at him. It was a little obvious that his interest went beyond that of bodyguard to her.

::Harm the one or bless the other?::

Doyle gives a half nod. He'd heard what the Prince was like when he was sealed away for his six months of torture. ::I don't think Cel was mentally stable enough to rule before he went into the Hall of Mortality. After he comes out...Goddess only knows how broken he'll be.:: At the mention of the Hall of Mortality, images leak through with the words. Some of Queen Andais covered in blood after one of her sessions, some of just the general place and the equipment that lay in the hall.

::Meredith could. She has a strong will and a sharp mind for the job. I think that she would make a wonderful Queen.:: It's hard not to have his interests not go beyond that of bodyguard when he is bidding for a chance to be King to her Queen. And if she catches a small glimpse of that thinking, it was unintentional. He's still knew at this.

::We have done the blessing, and the Prince is detained for now. It's just a matter of Meredith becoming with child that stands in the way currently.::

Unfortunately, her own memeories can be so easily triggered. Sensory memories, the slice of knives into skin unable to fight back, the deadly, warm lick of leather along back and legs...carving,, being carved like an expensive gem into pleasing shapes...

With a silent sob, she slammed her mental barriers down, like having a door slammed almost upon ones foot...those barriers. Doyle doesn't need to feel that, nor does Nathan...though in truth she had been shielding the child so much harder.

It takes time, minutes measured in heartbeats before a single, apologetic tendril brushes against Doyle's mind once more ::I'm sorry...I can't do much to help you unless I met her...:: she offered softly, the mental words leaving the taste of blood on the tongue.

Doyle flinches slightly at both the memories as well as the barriers being slammed into place. It's a faint flinch, but he can't seem to keep it off his face.

He moves down to wrap a comforting arm around her shoulder. It's hesitant because he's not sure it will be welcome, but it's a big gesture coming from him.

::Well, if I can track her down, I would love for you to meet her.:: His words are a flutter of shadows more than words, the comforting shadows that could be used to curl up in.

Oddly, despite her ability, or perhaps because of it, Rachel has always been a tactile creature. Nathan is sitting quietly in her arms, stroking the scras just under her sleeves over and over, and she actually leans slightly into Doyle's arm.

::She sounds like a wonderful woman:: she admitted, not needing to say anything about her lapse in control. ::And if she'd trust me after meeting me...I'd do my best to help her::

Doyle's hand gently rubs her shoulder in a comforting fashion. He's still getting used to the common touches, though he hopes that it doesn't show.

::She is.:: He won't mention anything about her lapse, as it's not in his nature to bring up such things. ::It might take some time for her to trust you. I'm not sure how fast she trusts here.::

Rachel is use dto being among people who don't touch lightly or often, so she certainly doesn't point such hesitancy out, if she notices.

::Most here seem to trust easier than they should:: she noted a bit sadly ::But I'd certainly behave, meeting a princess and all...::

Strange, she's not in her world fighting in uniform any more...and yet she's still running into odd royalty, or the guardians of such. Go figure.

He gives a faint smile that he's positive travels through the words. ::Well, she goes around California as a Private Detective instead of a Princess. At least for the three years she was hiding from the Queen. Now that the public knows who she is and where she works, it's a little harder to pull off.::

When put into a multi-universal place, it's really only a matter of time though. There are too many time lines that have such in them.

::P.I Princess...yeah, I like her already:: she admitted. She'd never understood Royalty that didn't do anything truth told. It seemed a waste of a person.

Seemingly satisfied that his sister was once more away from the mental edge, Nate smiled warmly and nestled down to sleep against her chest.

::Has to be fun keeping up with her...::

He gives a shadowed chuckle. ::With her being self sufficient for the three years that she was away from court, she could claim a clean slate in court. She was no longer tied to the court politics she once was entangled in, which actually made it easier when the Queen made her co-heir. No old debts that needed to be finished and settled because she was clean of them.::

He relaxed a little more next to her. ::Even after the Queen named her co-heir, Meredith wanted to stay working in California on her job. So, the guards that came with her to California either joined the company or just became shadows to her work. I don't work in the company because my job is to guard her, and I can't do that if I'm off working a case. But the others were happy enough to contribute to the companies work load.::

Now there was a law that was worth remembering. Self-sufficiency to become truly free...the idea had more merit than she cared to contemplate at the moment.

::Let me guess...the agency started getting swamped? It's what happened in our own world...a detective and some friends came out as mutant super heroes and they couldn't step outside the door for the business lining up...:: she chuckled.

She sobered though, slightly ::Can't be easy for you...as a guard::

It is one of the better laws among the fae, though few would use it. Most fae don't like to leave their home in Illinois.

::The agency got, and still is, swamped by celebrities wanting a Sidhe guard on their arm during special events. They've even gone as far as to make up threats themself to have the agency look into it.::

He gives a small smile. ::It keeps me on my toes. Plus it helps me to trust that on the few occasions that a guard can't be right next to her that Meredith does have the power necessary to protect herself. Though that's impart because she finally came into her power.::

Pity, seems a waste of a world, to sit in one place and never see it.

::Oh gods, celebrity headaches...I pity you. I pity you all...:: there's real and true horror in those words, and almost amused sympathy ::You can't beat them all with something heavy...and you can't just outright tell them to go die...and they smile at you....:: celebrities.

::Well, as long as you can handle it then...glad you manage to keep up:: she admitted.

In the Fae's defense, they are not used to dealing with humans let alone the inventions like electricity that the humans have come up with.

He gives an amused shake of his head. ::We can however refuse their business if we can find that there is no valid reason for us to be there. Though, I only watch this happen. I do not participate in working for the agency as my one and only job is guarding the Princess. And I can not do that if I'm off following a case.::

::She is fast paced at times, but between all of us, we manage fairly well.::