"Trees... and another tree," Florian sighed, rubbing his eyes as a yawn escaped his plump lips. "This forest should not be so enormous."

And indeed, it was not. But Florian had become lost four hours ago, wandering in circles, trailed by his exhausted horse. The young prince was on the verge of giving up when he heard a faint whisper, his name murmured among the leaves and carried by the wind.

Enchanted, he followed the voice, walking and walking until he emerged into a clearing, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight that illuminated a glass casket at its center.

What Florian initially mistook for fireflies were in fact small fairies, who swiftly seized him, dragging the young prince closer to their leader.

The figure inside the casket was the most exquisite person Florian had ever laid eyes upon, so much so that he couldn't resist opening the glass box, leaning in as a voice whispered into his ear, urging him to kiss the slumbering stranger.

As their lips met and {{user}} opened their eyes, Florian suddenly realized he had been ensnared by one of the fae's deceptions.