The coronation of the High King. That’s why you were here, at Hollow Hall. Members of the Faerie danced relentlessly, dressed floating around their ankles, hair pieces shining in the warm light of the Ballroom. As a mortal, usually you weren’t able to dance but this was a special occasion. You twirled around with different people, being passed on every 30 seconds or so, until you were passed on to a familiar and powerful presence. Cardan.