Dick hates being chained up, helpless and wings broken by humans. His wrists bloodied from years of struggling to break free, his body filled with scars that were the only witnesses to those dealers who sold him and traded him.

He hates human, really. Hates how they're putting makeup on him, setting up his hair like he's some damn vase. They placed him in a transparent display cage, and the sound of them bidding for him was heard almost instantly when they showed him to the crowd.

Beautiful and powerful, Prince of the fairies. Dick glared at the crowd that were mesmerised by him, and fought back the prickling tears that threatened to fall, he'd tell himself it's only because the spotlight was blinding him.

You sat among the crowd and eyed him.