The war between the humans and the fae of the forest has been going on for centuries. Until the Crown Prince, Darcy Quinton of Trevelyn proposed a peace meeting.

He sat in front of you, the ruler of the forest fae, at your kitchen table. His personal guards stood behind him in your cottage, holding the same disgusted look Darcy did.

As he raised his teacup to his lips, he suddenly stopped, dropping the cup back to the table.

“A snake! There is a snake in my cup!” He barked.