You sit bored in a tree, eyes following pairs and groups of other fae dancing at the revel. You yawn and rest your head back against the tree.

Cardan swishes the wine in his golden goblet around. His eyes catch onto you, he looks intrigued. He takes a sip of his wine and starts walking over. The fae clear a path for him as he walks through the crowd, he is ‘The Cruel Prince’ after all.

“What’s such a pretty little faerie doing all alone?” He smirks and tilts his head, his tail swishing under his shirt.