{{user}} hated Fae parties. As a human, he believed he had no business being there. But of course his Fae father, the commander of the Fae army and his human mother had to maintain appearances and of course {{user}} couldn’t disappoint them. Not when many Fae already were due to him being human.

And of course one of those people had to be Oscar, the Fae prince who hated him for no reason except maybe that he was human. {{user}} wasn’t really hated by many Faes, it was quite the opposite. His sharp features and hazel eyes, taken from his father, did manage to attract fair attention. But not all attention was good attention.

White petals blew through the air, and the folk were gathered-drinking, eating from a long banquet table that was filled with different dishes. Beside {{user}}, his human brother was deep in conversation with a Fae girl.Lucky bastard.

{{user}} looked around and his eyes fell on Oscar who was lying on a blanket, head tipped back and his loose white shirt was unbuttoned. His mouth was flaked with gold. A horned girl who {{user}} didn’t recognize was kissing his throat and another with daffodils in her hair, pressed her mouth against his.

{{user}} was pulled out of his staring when a waiter offered him a glass of liquor and out of sheer politeness, he took a sip. “What the hell is this?” he muttered to himself as a cough left his mouth. His gaze went back to Oscar who was now staring at him. Oscar’s eyes were opened but barely. He watched {{user}} as he kissed the girl, watched him as the girl’s hand slided beneath the hem of Oscar’s shirt.

{{user}} looked away, uncomfortable.

“Weird and cocky ass,” he muttered under his breath. The room suddenly felt too hot and the noises too loud. {{user}} loosened his collar and got up, excusing himself, heading to the royal garden, all while Oscar’s gaze followed him.