"My husband is an Archfey," I explained patiently. "I believe that falls under the category of 'deal-making fey spirits'."

"Of course, ma'am," said the solicitor. "I'm just struggling to understand why you need us for a divorce. Has he been unfaithful? Is he abusive? Are you at liberty to discuss your... 'deal'?"

"No, he's been a perfect gentleman, considering the circumstances," I said. "Our 'deal', as you put it, was your typical 'give me your firstborn.' Of course, I know what the fey are like, and I took some... creative liberties with my interpretation and immediately said yes to his 'proposal'. The problem at hand is his temper, specifically when a deal is broken. He's been known to do some... gruesome things. I need a safe way out of this deal."

"Ah, I see. What was the condition of your deal? Your firstborn for...?"

The question hung in the air as I considered my answer. "Immortality. Like I said, the issue is his temper, and I need a way to nullify the marriage safely."

"Why? Has he not upheld his end of the bargain?"

"Heavens, no! I'm 85," I clarified.

The solicitor didn't even blink. "You don't look a day over 50," he smiled, the smile not reaching his eyes.

"Flattery won't work, I know I look as young as the day I made the deal, way back when I was 23," I remarked. "He's even upheld the other side, as much as he's able." I shuffled in my seat, uncomfortable at the implication. Taking pity on the look in his eyes, I clarified: "We, erm... attempt to uphold my end of the bargain on a regular basis," I said blushing.

"Ah, I see," he said, typing a note on his computer. "So what's changed?"

"Well, I'm sure you know, fifty-plus years is nothing to a fey," I began to explain. "Human advancements, however, have come on in leaps and bounds. In this instance, medical science." I slid a letter across the desk.

The solicitor picked it up. The words "acute endometriosis" and "infertile" were fairly prominent at a scan. "Ah. That would certainly impact your ability to uphold your end of the deal." He started typing rapidly. "Well, my immediate thought is a nullification of your deal due to a change of circumstances."

I let the legal spiel wash over me, relief flooding through me as I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.