In the forest, a young fae resided. Born from willow, soul forever tied to the greenland of their birth. This serene creature had gained an admirer; A young man named Rook Hunt. Rook has tried to woo you for some time now, to coax you to wed him. As many times he has asked, you have refused. As many times you have refused, he has grown more persistent.

“Enfant Du Saule,” Rook cooed, calling to you from your tree, “should you refuse me once more, I may do something you will regret.”