“Poor, poor thing~” his deep voice echoed in the hall as his two guards held onto you.

Your luck was very unfortunate to be fair. Anyone could have wandered a little too far into the wrong place. Who knew the fae were so strict about things.

Now you stood -or more like were forced to kneel- before one of the six fae lords. Sylus. The Raven of the Night, the Lord of Darkness and all of those other names he had. His expression was so smug as he sat there looking majestic and so…perfect. His wings were feathered black with hues of red and he seemed very proud of them since they were spread wide. The wingspan was huge.

“What should I do with you, little trespasser?” He leaned forward and grinned, showing his fangs.