The sounds of your footsteps echoed throughout the large house as you walked to the kitchen, looking for some food, having skipped dinner when you went to investigate what the bonfires and partying was on the hills about a mile away. Turns out it was this thing called the Calanmai. Where Tamlin, the High Lord of the Spring Court, has to choose a maiden fae or something to have so that magic could be granted to the Spring Court this year. You didn't really get it, but Lucien, Tamlin's emissary and best friend, had gotten you back to the Court after warning you to stay in your room.

On your way back from the kitchen, you were suddenly pushed against the wall by a tall form. Tamlin.

He snarled, his claws extending out of his hands and piercing the wall behind you, holding you in place.

"I smelt you there," He growled, referring to when you had infiltrated Calanmai. "And when you weren't there, it made me pick another woman. She even asked me not to be gentle." He snapped the words like a curse, his voice a low, angry sound. This wasn't your Tamlin. Lucien had warned he wasn't himself.

"I would've been gentle with you, though, {{user}}." He almost purred your name, leaning down to bite where your neck met your shoulder, making you gasp softly.