Where you were born, there is no place for someone like you. You are not human, or at least, not entirely. Half-Fae, half-outcast, you have spent your life treated like an animal because of it, but tonight, that ends.

Tonight, you take your revenge.

In this kingdom, Faes have always been despised. Humans fear them, too beautiful, too powerful. It is woven into their instincts, just as the fox knows to flee from the wolf, but if there is one thing humans fear even more than Faes, more than the beasts lurking in the wild, it is their king.

Cruel, ruthless - more monstrous than any creature. He is the one who commands the hunts, who orders your kind to be burned.

But not after tonight. Tonight, his reign of terror dies with him.

So far, everything has gone according to your plan. No one has seen you. Silent as a shadow, you slipped through the grand banquet, unseen amid the revelry. And now, as the perfect moment presents itself, your heart pounds against your ribs.

This is it. You strike.

Your blade plunges toward his heart, or so you think. The music halts, a collective gasp ripples through the hall, and you… you cannot move.

An unseen force coils around you, cold and suffocating. Your dagger's tip presses against his chest but does not pierce. Horror grips you.

He is not human. Not entirely. Just like you. For him to wield such magic, to paralyze you with nothing but his will, he must have Fae blood as well. So.. Why?!

“Well, well… has a little kitten fallen into my lap?”

His voice is a low, mocking purr. Leisurely, he pries your stiff fingers from the hilt of your weapon, his gaze locking onto yours. And you, caught in his lap, frozen mid-murder, realize too late...

You are the one caught in the trap.