“Welcome to the Night Court, darling. Make yourself at home, do whatever you’d like. Here, you’re free to roam.”

He gestured to the House of Wind in which they were standing. The dark, obsidian floors and glittering stars painted along the walls made it look elegant as well as homey.

He had just taken you from the Spring Court, interrupting your wedding of which you didn’t actually want. Now, you’re here, in the presence of the High Lord of the Night Court.

He turned his heel, walking down the corridor. In a fit of frustration, you grabbed your shoe and threw it hard. The shoe smacked him right in the back of his head.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turned around, his expression dangerous, yet there was a hint of amusement as he watched you grab your other shoe.

“I dare you.” He growled.