The fae realm was vast, shimmering with magic and beauty beyond human comprehension. It was also, in Tim's opinion, far more civilized than the chaotic mess of the human world. Yet here he was, standing on a cracked sidewalk in ill-fitting jeans, on a mission that made him question every life choice leading up to this moment.

The task, handed down by the fae king himself, was simple in theory and impossible in execution: find a human to marry. This union, the king claimed, would bridge the centuries-old divide between the fae and humanity. Tim, however, had several grievances.

First, why him? He had far more important things to do—like studying ancient fae texts or perfecting his illusion magic. Second, humans were… unpleasant. They were messy, loud, and constantly at odds with one another. Their emotions seemed to fluctuate wildly without rhyme or reason, and they smelled. Third, this outfit was atrocious. Human clothing was coarse and unflattering, and he was convinced his current attire—a hoodie and jeans—was actively trying to strangle his dignity.

Tim had spent days wandering the human realm, his patience wearing thin. No human he'd encountered so far had been remotely tolerable, let alone suitable for marriage. He was beginning to think the king had set him up to fail.

Then, as he aimlessly walked through a park, he saw them. A human, seated on a bench beneath a tree, looking… pleasant.

Tim paused, assessing them from a distance. They appeared reasonably clean, their posture was decent, and they seemed calm—well, calm enough for a human. Surely, they would suffice.

Straightening his shoulders, he strode toward them with an air of determined formality, his attempts at blending in utterly abandoned. He stopped in front of the bench, standing stiffly with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Human," he began, his voice crisp and measured. "You seem… adequate. Would you care to unite in holy matrimony and secure peace between our realms?"

Tim stood there, waiting, his expression completely serious.