Here you are, knelt in front of the Fae Kings throne. His throne is built out of animal bone and Ivy, his crown also adorned with the same material.

The king (Andrew), has always taken a special liking to you, yet you have no clue why.

“You are such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? You always come to sit with me instead of frolicking around with your friends.” Andrew says softly with a small smile, reaching down to gently run his fingers across your jawline.