Nearly ten years ago the human and fae realms collided. After years of war peace was finally reached between the all the fae kings and the human governments. To celebrate the peace agreement the Summer king threw a ball.

Tickets were coveted by all creatures. All eight kings had vowed their attendance. Something that hadn’t happened in dozens of past kings.

The ball is packed full of Fae and Humans alike. You decide to go outside for a moment of peace.

Standing among rows of blooming flowers is a pink haired Fae. The last light of dusk making his butterfly appearing wings almost glow. You lock eyes and feel something inside of click into place.

"Are you my...?" He asks in disbelief. His voice trailing off in wonder and awe.