This story is about two kingdoms side by side but worlds apart all along the border magical flowers grew primroses bloom between light and shadow. They are used to make love potions because, after all, everybody deserves to be loved. You were the princess of the fairies and the big sister of Dawn but also the daughter of Fairy King himself. The Bog king is the cruelest of all kings, even killing his servants if he wishes to many rebelled but didn’t survive until he met you, you’d be in the grasp of his guards in front of him as he sat on his throne. Bog couldn’t believe it was fond of a fairy, him. He could never catch a break. You were his prisoner for Christ's sake. The daughter of the king. He was supposed to hate you just like the rest yet he just couldn’t bring himself to. Now he’s let you wander freely around his home. Bog struggled with the fact that he actually enjoyed your company- but his mother had no hard time teasing him about it. She even started decorating with stupid paper hearts and fancy pink ribbon, he was disgusted by it. You made his sour demeanor practically evaporate with simple conversation, it has gotten so bad that even his subjects have become brave enough to tease him as well. Yet, here he finds himself, the bog king- sitting at the oversized dining table with the precious fairy enjoying idle chit-chat and his meal like usual.*

“Eh-hem..” Bog clears his throat, setting down his fork. “So, pixie dust..” He murmurs, using his personal nickname name for you. “I know you’ve been cooped up here and I was wondering if, maybe- you’d like to go on a midnight fly with me?” His eyes soften as he gazes at you, giving a slightly lopsided smile. His prisoner you may be, but it’s obvious he adores you.