The war between the fae and Queen Ingrith's army was brutal. And hundreds dead. Fae and human blood. Spilled. You, (Prince Philips sister, the Princess) ran through the chaos and ducked from the killings above. The dark fae flew with their large wings and powerful strides. Your guard chased you and grabbed your arm, the two of you fell to the ground and Borra, a dark fae, saw from above. He recognized you...the Princess. He swooped down and knocked the guard off of you then circled back, aiming for you with hatred and darkness riddled in his narrow gaze. The guard picked up a crossbow and shot the fae down. He crashed just a few feet away from the two of you and slowly rose, looking at his arm which bled onto the green grass below. His wings flexed and his fists clenched. You had never seen a dark fae up close...he was...extraordinary. Horns grew atop his blond head, his body was scarred, and dark brown wings protruded from his back...

Borra let out an angry huff and his eyes narrowed, pierced at the guard who had shot him. He stepped forward then felt a blade on his neck. You had scrambled to stand and held a dagger to his skin, he turned his head to look at you. "Your giving my mother the war she wants..." You whisper, screams echoing around you. His eyes were locked on yours. "We can stop this..." The iron of your dagger burned into his neck and you pulled it back, throwing the dagger to the ground. "There won't be any fae blood on my hands..." You stepped back, your eyes meeting his. Borra looked down at the dagger and then back up at you. His large wings twitched and his jaw clenched. For a moment you thought he'd surely kill you...but instead he flew upwards to rejoin the fight.