I went away on political business for a week and came back to find my guards slain, my manor broken into and practically trashed, paintings and tapestries ripped from the wall, broken glass littering the floor, blood smeared across the marbled floors and walls. I looked on in disgust and rage, who had done this? In the center of all of this I spotted another particular looking fae that I didn’t recognize, their clothes were bloodied as well as their sword. They weren’t facing me so I decided to sneak up behind them.

I was quietly approaching them before a piece of broken glass crunched beneath my boots. shit. Well, at least if they attacked I had my magic.