Feasts never were to your liking. Although you drank down your sorrows and woes, it doesn’t make things better. Not when the last feast, coronation of your brother, ended in the tragedy of your family’s massacre. And when you and Phainon made a deal that you’d be under his command for a year. But you will stick to the role of the cruel and drunk ruler that everyone fears, even if you are hurting inside.

The many nobles and royals crowded around, laughing richly, arrogantly, at the table in the palace. And you simply amused them, purposely irritating Phainon to no end. This was the only sense of control you’d be able to have, of course you were going to take it and run with it.

Several months ago, you hated the mortal named Phainon. He was brought into the fae world by a redcap, an elf with the desire for blood, named Madoc. Phainon wanted to be one of the many knights, you simply made his life miserable because you couldn’t get him out of your head. Things had… escalated in ways you couldn’t have imagined, and somehow you caught feelings. These disgusting, useless feelings. You were in denial, you knew that much though.

Phainon had grabbed your arm, mumbling lowly to you so the other guests wouldn’t hear. “Whatever you’re doing. Stop it.”