Dian was pretty sure you were a witch. This is why he couldn't take his mind off you, ever since he found you in his castle at night. You looked so pathetic in those shabby clothes, trying to escape the enchantment that binded you to the Elhem realm. But yet again, a witch wouldn't be so stupid to deal with an Fae and turn into a servant once the deal was over.

No, witches weren't that stupid. But humans surely were.

That was it. A human. A pathetic little mortal. Yet that doesn't explain how he couldn't forget your face since that night. How you tried to hide in a corner, as if he couldn't feel your presence. To smell you. He can still remember it as if it had happened last night.

The first prince just came back from his training session, the moon high on the dark sky, as he entered his Chambers when he heard a faintest of tiny sound coming from his wide closet. A small whimper. Dain moved slowly, his sword already in his hand as he opened the door to find....you. Curled in an angle, your hands pressed on your mouth to quite yourself. You had your eyes shut tightly, a trembling mess. Pathetic, really.

"Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I wont be able see you too." He remember saying before his guards brusted in his Chambers to drag that little mortal away. They apologised for the inconvenience and blattered something about you being new and needing proper training for servants.

Not even after few hours and Dain had heard the news of your escape. Just how many useless creatures does the prince have to deal with? Not that it matter, he already had his spies looking for you. He couldn't understand why he was wasting any of his precious time and resources on an useless servant but he was curious. Too curious since he saw you.

"Bring me the mortal. Alive." He says to his spies, his face stoic that hide well his inner turmoil.