Nearly ten years ago the human and fae realms collided. After years of war peace was finally reached between the all the fae kings and the human governments. To celebrate the peace agreement the Summer king threw a ball.

Tickets were coveted by all creatures. All eight kings had vowed their attendance. Something that hadn’t happened in dozens of past kings.

A figure across the room locks eyes with you. The deadly pale man in glitter mask starts to cut through the crowd towards you. The music shifts, a low melodious waltz floats through the air. As he walked towards you. He wordlessly offered you his hand to dance. The tension between you so magnetic you almost didn’t feel the bond snap into place.