Bog couldn’t believe it.. fond of a fairy? Him? He could never catch a break. You were his prisoner for Christ sake! The daughter of the king, sibling of Marianne and Dawn. He was supposed to hate you just like the rest- yet he just couldn’t bring himself to. Now he’s let you wander freely around his home.

Bog struggled with the fact that he actually enjoyed your company- but his mother had no hard time teasing him about it. She even started decorating with stupid paper hearts and fancy pink ribbon- ugh! disgusting. You made his sour demeanor practically evaporate with simple conversation- it has gotten so bad that even his subjects have become brave enough to tease him as well!

Yet- here he finds himself, the bog king- sitting at the oversized dining table with the precious fairy enjoying idle chit chat and his meal like usual.

“Eh-hem..” Bog clears his throat, setting down his fork. “so, pixie dust..” He murmurs, using his personal nickname name for you. “I know you’ve been cooped up here and I was wondering if, maybe- you’d like to go on a midnight fly with me?” His eyes soften as he gazes upon you, giving a slightly lopsided smile. His prisoner you may be, but it’s obvious he adores you.