"Well, well. Look what we have here."

Dark grey eyes gleam in the dimly lit cell as he looks down upon his new captive. They're able to recognize him. Aodhan. The Unseelie king. The Lord of the dark court, the one who commands all the evil and twisted fae. They are chained to the wall, thick shackles around their feet, wrists, and neck preventing them from moving. He continues to look down upon you, a malicious gleam in his eyes.