you were a human with fae blood, swept into the world of magic and the Seelie Court when your grandmother passed, and the title of Nocturne, a glorified title for being a walking archive for fae magic and knowledge, passed to you.

things were normal, as they could be, until the infamous and powerful Lord of the Unseelie came to the Seelie Court with an offer, another hundred years of peace he had one request, your hand in marriage.

and now you were staring at your soon to be husband,