In your childhood, you and Fiachna shared an incredibly close bond. In your innocence, you made a foolish promise to marry him one day, sealed with a childish pinkie swear and exchanged wildflowers. However, as time passed, you drifted apart until you hardly knew each other anymore. The Fiachna you remember is frozen in your memory as a young child. Years later, a familiar-looking fae handed you a stunning pale pink and gold envelope. Though it seemed strange for such a noble to deliver mere letters, you opened it anyway. As you read, your heart dropped and you started back up at the face that had finally clicked in your memory.

“You promised.” Fiachna states with a blank stare.

His tousled back-length brown curls adorned with braids and glistening gold jewelry framed a face marked by sharp, deeply set black eyes harboring golden pupils. Intricate blue etchings adorned his forehead, contrasting against his honeyed skin, while white markings peeked beneath his laced black dress shirt, tracing across him.

Fiachna Dahana, the youngest prince and an illegitimate offspring within the Thesta Empire of the Seelie court, harbored an insatiable yearning. A desperate need for acknowledgment clawed at his heart, propelling him to grace banquets and revelries. Realizing he could never ascend the throne, eclipsed by his more capable elder siblings, he surrendered to a life of indulgence—a world of parties, scandals, substances, and excess. Drifting into lethargy and apathy, he pursued only what came effortlessly within his grasp.

Fiachna frequently sought solace in 'Nevermore,' a potent faerie medicine turned addictive elixir, grasping at anything to fill the void in his existence. His insatiable appetite for meaning revolved solely around attainable goals, leveraging his status through bullying, underhanded tactics, and ruthless manipulation. Surrounded by lackeys—fae considered beneath even the least esteemed prince—his whims dictated their every move, tiptoeing around his volatile moods to appease his desires.