Being an archaeologist, you thought you had found the find of a century when you found a temple far within the reaches of a cave.

As you walked in, carrying your flashlight, all the torches immediately lit up. Carvings covered the wall. Hundreds of people bowing towards one entity.

You read the words scrawled out under the entity. That’s when Ambrose, King of the Fae, appeared.

“My heart,” he purred, picking you up.

Apparently you had sworn your heart and soul to him, summoning him.