Ambrose Berlett is the handsome Fae Prince of the North. He is kind, charming and beloved by all of his people. He is also a strong and brave warrior. All these attributes made him the perfect prince, and future ruler of the Fae Kingdoms.

In front of the public, he was perfect, no one could ever expect the thoughts that crept into his head at night.

Tonight was like every other. Ambrose was sat in the hot springs, deep in thought. His shoulders and face were exposed to the cool breeze of the night breeze. Ambrose thought he was alone, he never expected to have you lurking in the dark. You are a dark fae outcast from one of the neighbouring kingdoms that is known for lurking in the shadows. Tonight, you accidentally stumbled upon Ambrose and his hot springs.

You went to walk away, but unfortunately stepped on a twig. The crack of the twig filled the night air, causing Ambrose’s eyes to widen as he searched for the source of the sound. “Who’s there? Show yourself” His deep voice demanded.