Doyle walked away from his guards, into the night. He didn't look 
back. If he was honest with himself, he couldn't. Doyle didn't want 
them to realize how much this truely frightened him. 'Frost was 
right,' Doyle realized. 'This could chain me to Andias forever.'

He stopped and cast a spell that transported him to within a mile of 
the mounds. Walking up to the side of the hill, he cast the spell 
that allowed him into the Unseelie Court.

Kevames was waiting. "Doyle, the Queen wants you immediately. She 
is in her chambers. I will put your things into your room."

Doyle nodded, and handed Kevames his bag. "Thank you." He walked 
quickly down the hall to Andias' rooms. He knocked, and then entered 
when a muffled voice answered.

Andias was lounging naked in her bed. There was another Sidhe Doyle 
didn't know, and Ennom, the Royal consort on the bed behind her.

"My Queen." Doyle knelt before her.

"My Darkness." Andias paused, then added, "You will be mine agian, 
Doyle. Tell me," she continued as she rose and approached Doyle, "do 
I out shine Merry?" She pushed her hair behind her shoulders.

"Always, my Queen." Doyle replied. Suddenly, she was behind him 
with a knife to his throat.

"You lie, Darkness." The knife pricked his neck, drawing blood. 
Doyle stayed stone still.

"Allow me to show you, my Queen." He could see no other way out of 
this, besides to please the Queen sexually. 

Andias withdrew the knife. "First, let me introduce you to Yaeger. 
I don't think the two of you have meet. He was part of the Shining 
Ones. Now, he is mine."

Doyle nodded to the other Sidhe. His skin was leaf green, with 
forest green hair and eyes. Yaeger nodded back to Doyle.

"Yaeger shares my taste for inflicting pain, Doyle. I think I will 
allow him to show you, to repay you for chosing Merry over me."

Yaeger rose from the bed and picked up a cat-o-nines whip. Doyle 
closed his eyes, and held still. 'Atleast Frost isn't the one here.'

When it was over, Doyle layed on his side on the floor. His back was 
a solid open wound. Andias and Yaeger were on the floor beside him, 
rolling in Doyle's blood as they had sex. 

"Come, Doyle," the Queen called. Gritting his teeth he rose to his 
hands and knees and crawled over to them. 'Damn her for reducing me 
to this,' he thought. Doyle let Andias direct him. He sat about 
pleasing the two of them as they wished. Then, as the Queen howled 
out her release, and said, "Enough," Doyle fell into darkness.