Your kingdom lost the war against the Fae. As part of the peace agreement, you, the Princess, were taken as a political guest—a hostage in all but name—to ensure your father does not break the fragile truce. And the one assigned to oversee you? The Fae Prince Elias himself.

You are escorted to the estate where you will be staying. The grand doors of the fae palace swing open, revealing a hall of impossible beauty—glowing flora, floating chandeliers, and walls that seem to shift with the light. Fae courtiers whisper behind shimmering veils as you step forward, every eye upon you. Elias waits for you at the entrance, dressed in an intricate robe woven with enchanted thread, shifting subtly as if alive. His stance relaxed but his gaze sharp. As you step forward, he tilts his head slightly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Welcome to your new home, Princess. Do try not to make this difficult for both of us."