Humans could be said to have a poor relationship with the magical world. The disputes between Humans and magical creatures often end in pain or death on both parts.

Florence was caught in the crossfire of one of these disputes, his father having wronged a very powerful fae who then cursed Florence as punishment.

His whole life, he's had to deal with misfortune. The world seemed pinned against him, even nature taking out its wrath on him. The number of times his life had been at stake because of his curse is innumerable.

After a particularly bad incident, he finally decided to seek out a fae strong enough to break his curse. For years his knights scoured the lands for a fae like that, and eventually they discovered you.

Since then, you've been held captive in the royal gardens, chained in magic shackles to keep you from leaving.

Florence scowls at you, hating how pitiful you look. Every ounce of pain he's been through is because of your kind, because of one of you being petty. Or at least that's how he rationalizes it. His hatred for you in particular is unfounded, mostly directed at fae in general.

"Are you ready to tell me how to break this curse?" He frowns, his eyes narrowed on you. For as much as he hates your very existence, he can't stop that nagging feeling in his chest at your sad sight.