When you found yourself mated to Zephyr, the Fae Prince, you didn't know that having wings was a requirement of the future queen (at least, according to his disapproving advisors). But even Zephyr wanted to fly with you, so you acquired and got a pair of beautiful wings...but you had no idea how to use them.

You and Zephyr were in the palace gardens as you fell into the fountain for what was the fifth time, your wings fluttering like they were laughing at your failure. You sat up with a groan, spitting out a spout of water.

"Don't worry, my dear." Zephyr flew toward you and extended his hand. "Come, let's keep trying.