Lady Iryne put the letter down, took a sip of water and then huffed after slamming the glass down. "How rude!" She said and pouted.
Lord Paxton kept in his chuckles but he could not hide the smile on his face as he helped his wife wipe off the glitter and sequins. "It is going to take a week to wash it all off."
Lady Iryne huffed even more. "First, they refuse to give Sigrid a fairy godmother and then they glitter bomb me."
"And they called you spirited." Lord Paxton reminded.
Lady Iryne huffed again, blowing her hair to the side comically. "Spirited!! Spirited!! I am not spirited. The late Lady Jane was spirited."
They heard a peacock’s high -pitched call form outside the window and recognized the sound. Lord Rainbow Fluffington was on rampage.
"Oh no, the sequins and glitter flew out of the window!" Lady Iryne cried out.
"Quick, close the windows and doors before that insane peacock finds my wife." Lord Paxton bellowed.
Lady Iryne set into a run, hoping to make it into a bathroom before Lord Fluffington found her. Lord Paxton called Sigrid, if anyone could restore his wife’s glitter free appearance, it was her.
"We have a glitter emergency. Hurry before Lord Fluffington murders your mother." He shouted into the phone.
**
Sigrid’s teleportation powers were put to use for the very first time as she rushed back home. When she arrived, her mother had yet to get out of the bath and Lord Rainbow Fluffington was destroying a semi new fluffy black rug that previously resided in her mother’s reading room.
Unfortunately for Lord Fluffington, no matter how much he scratched and kicked the rug, it remained its shimmer and the glitter just seemed to double as it spread all around.
Only the rug itself suffered damage, losing some of its fluffiness. Sigrid watched it all from the second floor balcony and she felt sorry for the carpet.
"So what happened?" She returned to the house and asked her father.
Duchess Mila handed her the letter and Sigrid read it immediately, chuckling all through.
"Ooh, she must be so angry." Sigrid shook her head. "They called her spirited!"
Duchess Mila, Annabelle Givenchy and Deanne laughed.
Lord Thorin shook his head and shrugged. "I am afraid that she is going to respond to the letter and it will not be pretty. My wife, your mother does not take criticism very well."
"Very well." Duchess Mila raised her voice. "Ha! When I said that she could not cook to save her life, she wrote me a letter detailing all the other things she could do wonderfully. Then, she gave the kitchen staff a week long vacation and we all had to endure her poor working."
"Shh! don’t let her hear you." Lord Paxton looked around carefully. He was on high alert as if an assassin could leap out of the dark suddenly and come upon them.
Duchess Mila sneered at her son. He was a knight for goodness sake! A general that had led men into wars. Why was he afraid of his wife?
Sigrid returned the letter to the duchess. "So, was the glitter bomb a good or bad thing? The letter is not all criticism or ridicule. They genuinely responded to her questions. Although, this invitation for mother to become a fairy god mother feels passive aggressive. So, was the glitter a happy reward from Cinderella or a slap to the face from the fairy godmothers?"
Lady Iryne marched into the living room like a furious wind seeking vengeance. "Oh, it must be a slap. My face is glowing. I look like a gold mine..."
Her face was glowing with an otherworldly fairy gold, like starlight filtered through honey. If it had been a little shimmer, it would have been beautiful but this was too much. This was probably what happened if a fairy threw up on a human.
It was not beautiful, it was not warm, it was not comforting. It was like an extreme tan which had not just affected the face but neck and hands too.
Sigrid covered her mouth with her right hand. Lord Paxton hid his face behind a pillow.
John screamed.
The reactions were different but it was safe to say that most of them were horrified.
"Is it that bad?" Lady Iryne asked them?
Sigrid waved her wand a book dropped on the table. Without telling her mother that she looked like Lord Rainbow’s Fluffington’s newest permanent punching bag, she searched through the book for a spell to reverse fairy glow. She found one that required the use of salt and fairy dew water. Thankfully both of those things were available.
After mixing them together, they were applied to Lady Iryne’s skin.
"Salt on my face, I feel like I am what’s on the menu for dinner."
Sigrid twisted her lips because of what was to come next. "Well, mother. We need to cook you."
"What?" Lady Iryne burst into a question.
Her ’what’ was repeated by everyone in the room.
Sigrid turned the forbidden grimoire around and showed them the image of a woman in a very large cauldron. "It wont kill her and the fire is magical. There is nothing to worry about. I would never cook and kill my own mother. I would rather have her alive, looking like a...." Sigrid shook her head as she had no description for it. "I would rather have an ugly mother than a dead one."
Lord Paxton and Duchess Mila gasped. Iryne Thorin was a woman that would rather give up an arm than be forced to live with an ugly face.
When she heard the words ugly, Lady Iryne nearly lost her soul. She hurried to Sigrid and grabbed her arms, shaking her daughter like a tree. "Hurry, cook me."
"Words I never thought that I would hear." Lord Thorin mumbled.
Sigrid started giving out orders. The largest cauldron was brought from the mage academy, phoenix fire was borrowed from the lord mage. Water and herbs were added to the cauldron and Lady Iryne was helped into it.
It was all so bizarre that the Lord mage, queen consort, Alistair, Veylin, even Elarin, Christie and Mauve came to watch.
Elowin decided that this scene would be included in the new season of Lady Blanche.
Kip Givenchy decided that he would be cooked next.
Mauve wondered if there was a recipe somewhere in all this.
Sigrid took a picture in case her mother decided to share this with her friends and followers.
Duchess Mila thought magic was very strange. Who knew that humans could be cooked in cauldrons?
Lord Rainbow Fluffington decided to stay away. As much as he wanted to kick the shiny human, he did not want to be boiled with her.
Lord Paxton hoped his wife made it out alive.
Lady Iryne wondered if her humiliation would end anytime soon.