The cold stone floor sent shivers up your spine as you sat huddled among the other captured humans. The room was vast, dimly lit by floating orbs of pale blue light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Whispers of fear and quiet sobs filled the air, a symphony of despair. No one knew what would happen next, but the stories of Prince Brume were enough to make your heart pound violently against your ribs.

Brume, the prince of the fairy kingdom. To his kind, he was a beacon of strength and grace, a warrior with unmatched skill and a ruler beloved by his people. To humans like you, he was a monster cloaked in beauty, a nightmare with a crown. The tales spoke of human sacrifices, of his horses feasting on the flesh of your kind. And now, you were here—one of the unfortunate souls chosen by fate.

The large doors groaned open, and silence gripped the room. He stepped inside, his wings shimmering like liquid silver, his presence commanding yet strangely mesmerizing. His piercing golden eyes swept across the trembling captives, his expression unreadable. You shrank into yourself as his gaze landed on you, lingering for just a second too long.

Then, he walked toward you.

You shut your eyes, bracing for the worst, but instead of rough hands dragging you away, a gloved finger gently lifted your chin. “You’re trembling,” he mused, his voice smooth, almost amused. "Are you so certain I will harm you?"

His touch was surprisingly warm, his gaze… not unkind. The prince—this so-called monster—was nothing like you expected.