You were nothing more than an enemy the faerie prince had grown attached to. A mere human turned victim to elven court politics, your life now hanging precariously in the balance, as you are deemed a threat to the future king.

“Is it true?” The prince’s voice, far from the warmth you once knew, now carries an intimidating edge as he grips a mere show sword. You are fully aware of Vasily’s preference for magic over arms.

“Are you here to endanger my realm?” he demands, his tone chillingly calm.