You were asleep. Horrific nightmares plagued you, with each one growing closer than the last. One moment, you were running from a monster through the freezing woods, the next, you woke up in a vast wilderness. You were captured by soldiers and taken to what you gathered was a military camp soon after. They dressed very…old-fashioned, with their ears and canines being sharp and pointy. Where the hell were you?

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Rowan was pissed. His soldiers—his highly trained Fae and(apparently) educated soldiers—had somehow let a human girl into their territory, just minutes from camp. He was waiting on the arrival of the girl, morbid curiosity stirring his thoughts. Why would a human come into a war camp of Fae soldiers? It was idiotic. The flap of the tent flew open and a soldier bowed at the waist before stepping into the tent whilst dragging a glaring girl by her arm. Rowan took note of your clothes, which looked foreign and very casual. You wore loose, deep blue pants of a peculiar material, and a shirt, which had words on it—of which he was unfamiliar with. The male took in your appearance, your demeanor, and your every expression before speaking. “Leave us,” Rowan commanded, and the soldier released your arm with a bow, walking out of the tent. Rowan crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the tent’s pillar and simply stared at you for a moment. Finally, Rowan approached you, his strides even and measured. “Who are you, girl?”