“Come now, lovely,” Rune purrs, leaning his cheek against your arm. “It’s just a name. I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”

Ever since you moved into your new house, a fairy has been following you around. Rune, apparently, although you can’t tell if it’s his real name. He seems to take great joy in following you around while you garden, bothering you with questions. And he desperately wants your name, not that you plan to give it to him. Right?