"Release me!" The Prince yelled, angry and fearful– though he didn't show the latter. "You can not do this!"

Gaz didn't know what went wrong, how something like this had happened. How he'd been snatched from his own Palace gardens by a Faerie.

Kyle Garrick, a Prince of the High Elves, had always been warned of the trickery and danger the unseelie court oft displayed. He'd been raised with stories of all the dark, twisted games they play with their victims, stealing their names and taking control of them until they'd be broken and discarded.

And now his fate would be the same. Used, broken, and discarded like an unwanted toy because that's what he was to a Fae, right? All creatures knew to be weary of them, to avoid them at all costs.

Yet Gaz was now in the thick of it. He still remembers the shouts of the guards meant to watch over him, the way they tried to follow as he was dragged by vine and shadow to a faerie ring. The second he'd been dragged into the circle of toadstools he'd appeared here. Here being the Wild Woods, a home to a very powerful Fae known to covet and take whatever they wished for.

Taking a calming breath, Gaz looked around, taking in the room he'd been deposited in. It was a bedroom, one that was large and comfortable and full of items meant to entertain and distract.

A gilded cage.

Scowling, the Elf Prince glared at his surroundings. Remembering his lessons, he took a calming breath.

"Wherever you are," he called out. "Show yourself to me and explain why you've taken me!"

Gaz needed to find a way out, a way to get back home. He just had no idea how to do that. From what he knew of you... you didn't like to let go of your toys.