"That much I figured." She told him, but she could feel his worry as if it were her own. "My aunt, The Night Queen, she wants me to try to befriend him." She said, and looked down at her feet for a moment. "I feel that she has other things in mind...I can not trust her, but I can trust you, You say he is a monster, I believe you," She said and nodded, "What do you think I should do then? He is a prisoner of my mother, and the Night Queen, I do not know what I should do." She told him.
The Night Queen was soaking in a bath of milk when she felt it. The sudden surge of power, blacker then pitch. It called to her in away that only the night could. She rose from her bath, the milk clinging to her skin, hair and crown as she was drawn to the power. She knew who it was, almost immediately, she'd felt a glimpse of it, before and she knew it well now. She wouldn't stop him, she wanted to see what this was, what he would do, and how this would proceed.
She may very well let him have her, she may use her magic to make that event something he'd crave. She'd toned down that natural magic, she wanted him to speak coherently, she wanted to learn this man, but in that, she learned he would be difficult to control, with words. Now with him wanting to bed her like he claimed, she could control him that way. Fae were addictive to men, bedding a fae would make that man crave nothing more but the pleasures of that fae's flesh, He would not eat, drink, sleep, he'd waste away wanting more, never being satisfied, however, She was queen, could control the amount of of need she gave, she could make him crave her enough that he would do what she asked for just a taste.
Smiling, she sunk back in her bath, waiting for these events to unfold.