The monarchy of Elfhame was in ruins after your adoptive father formed a coup for their demise.

Of course, the sole Royal survivor: your incessant bully, the faery Prince Kunikuzushi, bound to a chair, incapably intoxicated.

His face scowled at the dagger you've pressed against his neck, eyes inundated in ravenous fury, makeup besmear, and tousled hair—

So ruthless and fucking ethereal. Faeries cannot lie. Oh, the reciprocal acrimony begs you to inquire him,

“Why do you hate me?”