Loving a Fairy Godmother

By

Danielle Monsch

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2012 by Danielle Monsch

All Rights Reserved.

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fashion without the express, written consent of the copyright
holder.

All characters in this book are fictitious
and a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

“Oh no, this can’t be. I’ll never hear the
end of it from the Fairy Godmother Council!”

Tiernan’s fingers curled over the bloody mess
that was once his stomach, viscera and blubber sliding through the
multiple lacerations crisscrossing his body.

How in the nine hells did he get saddled with
the most incompetent Fairy Godmother to ever exist? Leading the
knight to the dragon, helping him overpower the beast, rescuing the
princess and having them live Happily Ever After… Wasn’t that what
Fairy Godmothers did every day? Instead, he got one who couldn’t
find her butt with both hands.

“Glad your priorities are straight, Fairy,”
he growled, with not enough strength to lift his head, not enough
strength to even raise his voice and yell like he wanted. His legs
were numb, and blackness settled around the edges of his vision.
“’Go this way,’ you said. ‘Trust me.’ I knew I should never have
listened. Since when can a female give directions?”

The blond Fairy’s head jerked around
nervously. “What do I do?” she wailed, and Tiernan really wished he
had the strength to hit her, gallantry be damned. That the female
above him was crying, but not due to the fact he was about to die,
really set his teeth on edge.

“I know!” she cried, her eyes wide as she
bore down on him. “I can grant you a wish! You haven’t asked for
one yet! Make a wish! You can wish for healing!”

What an adventure it would be to become a
Fairy Godmother
.

In his darkening mind, the words ping-ponged
back and forth, brighter and more impressive with each volley.
Tiernan tried to shake his head and dislodge the traitorous thought
that seemed to come from somewhere outside of his own being.
Blasphemy, insanity, such a thought. He was a knight.

With no king.

With no land.

With no family.

A knight who had nothing and no one to
protect.

His lungs seized up. He was powerless to do
anything but wait to see if they would work again. They did, but
not without bringing up a quantity of blood through his throat and
into his mouth as the price. Spitting out the blood, he knew there
would not be another chance.

Before he could reflect, before he could
decide if it was truly wise, he simply stated what the voice told
him. “I wish I was like you, a Fairy Godmother.”

“What?” said Blondie Bimbette, not expecting
this. “I didn’t say you could wish that!”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Tiernan snapped
back. “You just said make a wish. I did, now fulfill it before I
die.” With that, he passed out.

A cacophony of voices, loud and
argumentative, greeted him when awareness came upon him again. His
eyes opened, and he saw her…

Tiernan’s lungs seized up again, and he
wondered if this was the last time, if she was an angel sent down
to bring him to Heaven. Maybe a devil to drag him down to hell, but
no matter, he’d follow her willingly.

Her face was every secret desire he’d ever
had come alive, every wish he never made for fear of being
prideful. Those wide-set brown eyes, the color of rich earth,
fringed with the thickest black lashes and set in the perfect oval
of her face caused his heart to ache in his chest in a way even his
recent encounter with the dragon hadn’t managed to do.

A thick fall of hair, darker than her eyes,
fell forward in long waves, caressing high cheekbones and the most
luscious mouth he had every come across. That plump bottom lip
begged for a man’s teeth. With more willpower than he thought he
possessed, he forced his gaze back to her eyes.

For a moment, just a moment, he saw feminine
awareness in them, but then she blinked, and that awareness took
flight, replaced by propriety and duty.

“He is awake, Godmother Sara,” she said, and
upon hearing that deep, husky tone, stunned desire turned into raw
want. He’d started to reach for her when another woman came to his
side, bending slightly to have a closer look at him.

“Aren’t you a handsome one,” said the older
woman, a chuckle escaping her as she ran a finger down his face. As
her finger came to rest at the side of his mouth, she gave a
delighted exclamation. “And dimples as well!”

“Godmother Sara, that is quite inappropriate
and completely beside the point,” said the woman who had just
eluded him. “He should not be here.”

“Hmmm,” Godmother Sara said, currently
pinching his cheeks and not so surreptitiously looking down the
expanse of his chest. Tiernan looked down, not sure what to expect
since the last he knew he had a bloody pulp in place of a chest,
but also not shocked to see himself now healed, a diaphanous shirt
and thin breeches replacing his armor. He was as good as naked
because with what he was wearing, anyone in the room could clearly
see what he had to offer.

A quick glance around showed he was
surrounded by women circling around the sumptuous couch he found
himself now on, and yes, they were all in various stages of
checking out his body – all except his angel, who was very
studiously not looking at him and instead kept her focus on the
woman who wouldn’t leave his face alone.

So, the one woman he was interested in
couldn’t care less. Yeah, that ranked right up there with death by
dragon. With tensed jaw and a sure grip, he grabbed the older
woman’s hands, and being gentle with her frail limbs, placed those
hands away from his face as he sat up. “What’s going on here?”

Sara smiled. “Don’t you remember, knight? You
made the wish.”

So the blonde granted it. “Where is the
ditz?” he asked, looking around. He didn’t see the ditz, but he saw
his angel quickly cast her face down to hide her amusement.

She had taken the sight of her smile from
him, the final insult in this insane day, and now he felt blood
rush to his face. “What do you mean I shouldn’t be here?” he
challenged her. “Why do you have any say in my life?”

That wiped all amusement from her face. “I am
saying the truth. That wish should never have been honored, and you
should not be here.”

“I guess that means you aren’t in charge
then, since here I am. Are you all Fairy Godmothers?”

Godmother Sara smiled. “Cute but not that
bright, eh, knight?”

He jumped up, suddenly restless. “Could you
cut me some slack considering the almost dying thing?”

“Of course,” she said, waving her hand to get
him to sit back down, a signal he ignored. “Naomi is no longer a
Fairy Godmother. Her screw-up was too monumental to ignore.
However, she offered you a wish while still a full Fairy Godmother,
you made a wish while she was a full Fairy Godmother, and she
granted it as a full Fairy Godmother.”

“A wish that no other Fairy Godmother would
have granted in her place,” his angel interjected. “That wish was
granted in panic. It should be made void.”

“While you are correct, Reina, what is done
is done. We, as Fairy Godmothers, are responsible for her
words.”

So his angel’s name was Reina. Still, the
satisfaction of knowing her name didn’t quite drown out the fact
she was actively trying to get rid of him. “Why shouldn’t I be a
Fairy Godfather?”

Reina answered, her tone affronted. “There is
no such thing as a Fairy Godfather, and never has a mortal been
allowed to become one of us!”

“So I’ll be the first, no big deal.”

Her eyes narrowed. “The decision to never
allow males was made over a millennium ago, for very good reasons.
You shouldn’t be allowed to upset that.”

He gave her a lazy grin. “I don’t know. I
don’t think I could do any worse than getting the knight I’m trying
to help eaten by a dragon.”

Her look turned murderous. “I don’t want to
replace one mistake with another.”

“Sweetheart, no woman who has met me ever
called it a mistake.”

Before Reina was able to get past her outrage
to form a response, Sara asked, “Knight, what is your name?”

He pulled his gaze away from Reina, though he
did admit she was just as cute when she was livid as when she was
calm. Maybe even cuter. With those eyes blazing, it was exactly how
he thought she must look when she was engaged in strenuous
activities of another nature. He had to turn his mind from those
thoughts though. These trousers were not forgiving in that area.
“Tiernan.”

“Tiernan, you better prepare yourself,
because you are going to cause quite a commotion as the first ever
Fairy Godfather.”

“Godmother,” Reina started, but Sara shook
her head to cut her off.

“His wish was granted, Reina, and his wish
shall remain granted. This is the final decision of the
Council.”

“Thank you, Godmother Sara,” Tiernan said,
the title feeling foreign on his tongue.

“Don’t thank me yet, Tiernan. You have the
right to become a Fairy Godfather, but that doesn’t mean you will.
You must pass all the training and tests that are required, and
even if you do that, Fairy Godmothers are constantly monitored. You
can be expelled from the program. Ask Naomi.”

“And if I’m expelled?” Tiernan asked.

“Then you’ll be moved to some other part of
the fairy realm,” Sara replied. “Trust me, nothing near as much fun
as being one of us. Plus I will openly mock you every time we run
into each other.”

Tiernan laughed, the first time today he was
relaxed enough to make the sound. “I understand. I promise I will
live up to your expectations.”

“Alright then,” Sara said, and the gravitas
she displayed only a moment before was replaced by amusement.
“Reina will see to your training then.”

“Godmother!” Reina nearly yelled in
protest.

“Reina, you will abide by the Council’s
decision. You will train him fairly, and you will see that he
becomes a first rate Fairy Godfather. Now, do you understand my
words?”

“Of course, Godmother Sara,” Reina replied,
but Tiernan could see the fire in her eyes sparking.

The voice had been right, it seemed, whether
it had come from his mind or not. This was indeed shaping up to be
quite an adventure.

Oh, the incessant giggling.

Reina was stopped by the noise as yet again
she was reminded of why it was such a bad idea to have a man
around. For thousands of years, they were a venerated and respected
institution, held in the highest esteem and to the highest
standards. As soon as a guy stepped foot on the compound, not five
minutes could pass without that high-pitched, juvenile sound.

Why mess with tradition? Why? Just because
thirty years ago a few sexually frustrated elder Godmothers got a
look at dimples for the first time in centuries, she now had to
deal with that irresponsible, annoying instigator.

Some days it didn’t pay to be a Fairy
Godmother.

Squaring her shoulders, Reina was off again,
back to business and steadfast in marching towards those
giggles.

Maybe she should speak to Godmother Sara
about moving Tiernan to another department. After all, it didn’t
look like the Council would ever move him to another division, so
it made sense to try to find some way to live with him that didn’t
have her constantly grinding her teeth. Maybe if he wasn’t amongst
the FGs she was responsible for, she might be able to relax
slightly. She admitted the man was funny—on occasion—and capable of
intelligent and interesting conversation—sometimes—and she did have
to admire how he would allow no insult to any of the FGs.

That didn’t happen often, but all factions
had their undercurrents of rivalry. The others of the Faerie Realm
discovered very quickly it was not to their benefit to engage the
FGs. Tiernan had been a warrior as a mortal, and that prowess had
not left him simply because he was now a Fairy Godfather.

The problem was all of those good points were
easy to ignore when having to deal with yet another female mooning
after him.

Yes, she would talk to Godmother Sara.

Happy with her decision, Reina wasn’t
overcome with the usual urge to throw something at the scene that
greeted her in the huge shaded courtyard of the FG compound. Under
the trees and surrounded by his harem, Tiernan lounged in the
grass, his relaxed demeanor proclaiming he didn’t have a care in
the world.

The other Godmothers were gazing at him in
dreamy adoration, as if every word that came from his mouth was a
miracle. Though, to be fair, they might consider the miracle more
what his shirt and breeches covered and less what came from his
mind, considering how many glances Reina counted checking out those
two areas.