Why was he here?

He was a prince. A dark fae. A creature of decay and darkness and all things that the seasonal courts try to avoid. He was a scholar, a mage, a man of power. A man of position. A man who was destined from birth to achieve great, dark, terrible things in the name of his father. The king of the dark fae. King Onyx Nightfall himself.

Yet...here Nox sits. Among the humans in some capital city, at a little shop with a hand full of tables and sweet smelling pastries, staring down at the cup of tea he wasn't sure why he had ordered. And he didn't know why.

No....no that was a lie. He knew exactly why. He just didn't like the answer.

Nox was bored. Centuries of life doing as he'd been ordered to do and achieving every goal his father had laid before him had left him numb, no closer to understanding the why of it all. No closer to knowing why his father wanted to bring down the other courts or what the goal of taking over the human world was. So much effort, so much time, and for what?

He'd hoped sneaking out to the human world would give him clarity. Perhaps if he...saw...what his father was so eager to set asunder he could share the passion to see it burn, but as he looks up from his cup at the laughing faces of the people enjoying their drinks then beyond to the festival taking place outside with people dancing and eating and playing music...

He just understood it even less than before.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he lets himself slump. A very un-princely position, to sit slumped with one's head resting on the folded arms that weren't suppose to be on the table to begin with. But none here knew he was a prince to judge him.