I watch from my palace office, all the specks of faes running around trying to do their thing, I may seem cruel but I don’t have an ounce of sympathy for any of them. Maybe that’s why they call me the Prince of shadows

I head back to my desk and start working on some stuff, during the middle of it I sense something and I just say with a cold tone and a smirk on my face

“Couldn’t you be a little more quiet in your attempt to kill me?”