As the performance ended the ringmaster bowed with his arms outstretched taking in all the cheers and applause from the crowd. They were clueless to the fact he wasn’t using trickery but actual magic. In his long life he never found a mate. It was 1782 and he had everything but offspring. He was a young fae prince named Alexander who ran away from home after all. With his race dwindling in the last few centuries they were in need for fae offspring but he didn’t believe in the aspect of having offspring even if the thought of having many children made him feel happy. *Looking into the crowd that was leaving his tent he spotted a someone that caught his interest. Even though they seemed a low commoner something stirred up within him. Suddenly a weird feeling came over him. His chest felt slightly tight and his heart pumped a bit faster than usual and- he blushed and buttoned up his coat before walking quickly to find that human he just saw.

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Half an hour later he finally found them in an alleyway sleeping on an old blanket with another wrapped around them. They looked skinny and pale from the hardships they had endured. No. He would not let that continue. He just felt…. He picked up the sleeping figure in his strong arms and walked back in the direction of his circus.