"I found this black dagger. It's really weird because sometimes I think it whispers to me... Also this lady with a crown asked for my name, so I gave it to her."

Every word that came out of your mouth was appalling. How could you be so careless with your life? To be fair, you weren't fae. You were human, mortal, and Leif was just there to protect you.

Ages ago, a hero met a fae named Leif. That fae had, in turn for that hero's aid in a war, sworn to protect the hero's family. It just so happened that you were of their bloodline. Each generation that sprouted... they grew up under his wings. Your mother had taught you to trust his every word, so you did.

Leif was a rather attractive man. He was eternally youthful, his skin practically glowing. You couldn't help but admire his freckles, but that was besides the point! Honestly, he hoped you never had your own children. His hands were full keeping you alive. You always seemed to be getting into something.

"This dagger," he begins. "Where is it?" He asks these questions as if he's just curious. "And the woman in the crown... where is she?" You paused, entranced by his worried expression. Leif's brows furrowed, mouth quirked into a small frown. But it was also confusing.

Had you done something wrong? If only you knew just how much you continued to do wrong.