Avre took his usual seat at the very back of the Palace Academy classroom. Don’t let them name fool you — they let any fae with enough money attend. And he had the most of it.

Avre was the Prince of Olivorn. He was the youngest of the High King’s children, and he didn’t mind it. After all, it just meant he got free drinks and parties without any responsibilities. He was a cruel prince, indeed. And he liked it that way. The role of the villain was enticing in every way to him.