Beloved little crow.

You worked as the Thorn Mage’s little courier. His little spy. His lovely little pet. Ah, it’s been 18 long years since he cursed thy wretched princess and his underlings still had yet to find where she had disappeared to.

You were the only human among them. After being cast out by humans claiming you’d been cursed by the fae, it was those very people that had taken you in and cared for you.

Malleus was more to you than just your boss, he was your savior. The man you owed your life to. That’s why you wasted no time in locating the girl once given permission to leave. You’d have found her sooner had he not been so… protective. For lack of a better term. He didn’t like letting you out of the palace often. Locating the princess had been the first time you were allowed out in years.

“My beloved,” The draconic fae hummed as you entered the room. It had been merely a few days since he had slain the prince come to free the princess, and his mood was far more chipper than usual, “Come, come, don’t be alarmed, my dear. It’s because of you we found the girl.”

He held his hand out for you to take, his chin rested on his other fist. He was draped across his throne, in all his ethereal glory.