Season: Autumn
Weather: Cloudy
Day of the week: Sunday
Date: 11th March, 2024
I seemed to imagine or dream of the dark shadow lord slipping into my bed last night to catch a few hours of sleep. Seeing as I had no clothes on this morning, I guessed that it wasn't just a dream. It's just that the clothes I was wearing are gone. They aren't in the bedroom or the bathroom. Now all I can do is wear a towel and huddle in the bed under the covers.
I have nothing to do and I'm so bored. Let's write a story then.
Once upon a time, there was a little daisy flower fairy as plain as a not so pretty flower fairy can be. The other flower fairies were far more glamourous than her and so they looked down on the little daisy flower fairy. They liked to bully her and play pranks and tricks on her, feeling her humiliated look was so funny.
When she wasn't being bullied or humiliated by the other more pretty flower fairies, her days were usually filled with caring for the daisy flowers on the daisy bush, making sure each flower bud would blossom with the most radiant colours there could be. Sometimes, she would sing and dance to the tune of the wind, and sometimes she would make flower dew brews to help her pass the lonely nights.
One evening, while she was packing away her flower dew brews that had just been destroyed by the other flower fairies when a dark clothed, skinny and injured fairy fell in a crooked and dazed manner from the sky, nearly making a hole in one of the daisy flowers. Thankfully, he didn't fall off the flower and through the gaps in the bush. From the wounds slashed all over his body, it looked like he had been on the losing end of a fight. Or that he had almost been bullied to death.
Seeing the dark clothed fairy looked so pitiful and feeling some sense of camaraderie with the injured fairy, the little daisy flower fairy treated his wounds and bandaged him up. She gave him her bed to sleep in and the softest petals to clothe him, while she washed and mended his other clothes. She cooked and fed him, hoping he would wake up and feel better soon.
She hid his presence from the other fairies who seemed to notice that she was hiding a secret. But no matter how they bullied or hurt her, she refused to reveal the dark clothed fairy hidden within her daisy bush. He had already almost been bullied to death. She had to protect him.
And then one day, she woke up to find that the dark clothed fairy had disappeared, leaving behind a little leaf pendant that had been hung around her neck. She supposed that was his thanks. Although a little sad and disappointed, she brushed away the pang of loneliness and did her best to continue on with her usual daily life.
A few days later, the quiet patch of garden where she lived was invaded by a foreign fairy invasion. The dark clothed fairy warriors barged in and captured all the pretty flower fairies. At this time, the little daisy flower fairy realised that the dark clothed fairy whom she had saved was a part of this invasion force. They all sore similar clothes. She had accidentally saved an enemy fairy.
She felt confused and conflicted. Even if she had known he was the enemy, could she have left him to die when he was lying on her daisy bush? She didn't think she could have.
Helplessly, the little daisy flower fairy watched as her daisy bush was ruthlessly destroyed by these dark clothed fairies with fierce eyes. Those who resisted were killed. Along with the other helpless flower fairies nearby, she was tied up and thrown on the ground in front of a dark clothed fairy sitting on a dark throne.
That dark clothed warring fairy king gave away the pretty flower fairies to his various subordinates, rewarding them for a job well done. Rewarding them for expanding his kingdom and conquering new land. The other pretty flower fairies all cried and wailed, but were dragged away by the eager male fairies in dark clothes. From their screams, the little daisy flower fairy could guess what was being done to them. She could only close her eyes and shudder, hoping that through some miracle, she would be spared.
It was only when she realised that everything around her had fallen silent that she finally dared to open her eyes and look around.
She had been left alone in front of the big throne and this invading fairy king. The fairy king stared down at her with a gloomy expression, and she looked up into his face in the light of the setting sun more carefully. It was then that recognition dawned. This was that injured fairy whom she had cared for just a few days earlier.
The little daisy flower fairy dragged herself over to try and look at him to see how his wounds were. Had they healed? Was he feeling better? Was he still in pain? He had almost died a few days ago, and now he was here fighting battles? Did he not care for his life?
The dark clothed fairy king stood up, picked her up and then sat back on his throne, waving at his throne carriers.
The throne carriers carried him to a big, ornate tent. The dark clothed fairy king picked the little daisy flower fairy up and carried her inside.
Inside, he caressed her head and body and kissed her lips. He untied her and undressed her and washed her clean with the warm water he had called a serving fairy to prepare. It had confused and scared the little flower fairy. Just from the way he handled him, despite his gentleness, she could feel how strong he really was. If she wanted to resist him or fight him, she would be easily defeated.
She was just a little daisy flower fairy. She wasn't strong and didn't know about anything other than caring for her daisy bush.
The dark skinned fairy king took off his clothes and the little daisy flower fairy gasped. She was horrified. There were so many new wounds on top of his old ones. She fluttered about his tent, treating the new wounds and blowing on them, scolding the fairy king for not taking better care of himself.
"And what about you?" the fairy king asked her. "Why didn't you take care of yourself when you hid me and protected me from the other fairies in your garden?"
He gently caressed her bruises and injuries, kissing one after the other, making the little daisy flower fairy flush with embarrassment and shiver from the sensation of his soft lips kissing her all over. Later that night, she couldn't help moaning in the king's arms as he pampered her and made her realise what it was like to be favoured by a king. He showed her what a fairy king's love could be like until she begged for mercy and even then, he didn't stop. After all, fairies have very high stamina and high drives.
He was a warring fairy, while she was just a flower fairy. He was a king and she was just one of the lowest flower fairies around. His strength and stamina far out powered her. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it but rather that her body could only handle so much.
And now that he had plucked her origin flower from her core, he owned her in more ways than one. She could only belong to him forever after and bear fairy children for him. She would be bound to him all her life whether she ever truly loved or hated him. She would have no choice in the matter. Because he now held her origin flower in his hand, he could easily crush the life out of her.
And so, the little daisy flower fairy could only helplessly surrender. She surrendered her body and life to him and try to make him happy.