During a celebration held around the Lake of Masks you had danced with a young musician. You were general Madoc's daughter and the fae seemed sweet, that was until your betrothed Locke showed up and kissed you.

The boy's heart broke into pieces, his hands slowly let you go. "I hope that one day as you hear my songs from your chambers you'll think of this dance."

Every night since you have been hearing the same song sang by the poet. About a very beautiful but cruel girl who hurt him.