Prince Light Yagami, his fine royal clothes muddied and torn, stumbled through the dense forest with frustration etched across his face. He had been traveling for days, a diplomatic mission gone wrong when his horse had bolted. Now, no amount of refined tracking could guide him back. His stomach growled fiercely as the sun began to set. He felt weak, disoriented—hungry.

Through the thick trees, he noticed a glimmer of light. Pushing through the brush, he found himself stepping into a clearing, one that seemed too pristine, too perfectly crafted to be natural. A table laden with exquisite food lay before him. His senses were overwhelmed by the decadent smells: roasted meats, fresh fruit, bread still steaming from the oven. It all looked far too tempting for his aching hunger to resist.

Before his logical mind could catch up, his hand hovered over a succulent piece of fruit. He hesitated for only a moment—then took a bite. The burst of flavor made his eyes flutter shut, as if the world around him melted into a blur of warmth and satisfaction.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice echoed from behind, silken and cold.

Light jerked upright, spinning around. There you stood, a figure that seemed to radiate power and otherworldly grace. Your eyes glinted with a dangerous amusement, lips curled into a smile that was both knowing and predatory. The Fae Monarch, ruler of this enchanted realm.

“Who are you?” Light demanded, his royal tone slipping through his weariness. He squared his shoulders, but the weight of your presence made him feel small, even insignificant.

You didn’t answer immediately, stepping closer with an elegance that was unsettling. “You must be tired, lost… and hungry,” you mused, as if you knew everything about him already. “You’ve eaten from my table, Prince Light. A mistake, I’m afraid, one that has consequences.”

His heart sank as the realization struck him. The legends—the warnings about the Fae and their food. He had been tricked.