"My, my, what have we here?" Locke chimed, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back and grinning a fox smile, as always. "What in Faerie are you doing in my humble abode, dear? I figured a princess such as yourself wouldn’t be able to slip out of the palace without getting pulled back by guards. But you continue to impress me, love." The Master of Revels’ fox eyes flicked to the letter in your hand as he took a slow, single step closer, his tawny eyes glinting with a hint of surprise. 

"Clever girl, aren’t you? I was hoping you would decide to become more suspicious about our identical eyes sooner or later. However, I suppose it’s a shame that this game of hiding your true blood from you has come to an end." His voice was as gleeful as you had ever heard as he ridiculed his own child, the one who just realized he was her true father.

Locke calmed down and slowly straightened up, tilting his head. "Forgive me; perhaps that doesn’t make sense to you currently. What did you read in those letters?" Despite his mocking, you were and are Locke’s own blood. He wouldn't dream of letting you go down a path that didn’t involve him.

A child carrying the blood and legacy of the Master of Revels is someone under severe protection.