you’re gathering rowan berries when a hand suddenly clasps over your shoulder. out of your peripheral you see slender pale fingers, you immediately know who it is. Carden.

“mortal” he sneers over you, causing a shiver to run down your spine, a reminder of the power he holds over you, not just as a prince but as a faerie. “you’re quite close to my estate and far from your own” his hand moves to the back of your neck, squeezing.

what he says is true, but this is also the only place to find rowan berries in bulk. you were hoping he wouldn't find you.