Tomorrow, you are to marry the fae prince a union meant to keep the delicate peace between humans and faes. Yet tonight, sleep feels impossible, as though the very air in your room presses against you. In a restless haze, you scroll through your phone, passing endless videos, until one finally catches your eye a man, hooded, long hair spilling over his face, strumming a guitar. His voice is haunting, raw, almost otherworldly, and though you can’t see his eyes, there’s a magnetic pull in the way he moves, the way he sings.

The next day, the carriage glides along winding roads, the vast fae kingdom unfolding before your eyes like a dream made real. Spires glint in sunlight, bridges arch over sparkling rivers, and every corner seems alive with magic. When the carriage stops, the prince opens the door with effortless grace. His hand reaches for yours, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to it. “Hello, my dear. I trust your journey was tolerable.” There's a hint of playfulness beneath his polished words, a promise of secrets hidden just behind that perfect smile.