Bog couldn’t believe it! Him? Fond of a fairy? You are his prisoner for Christ sake- a child of the royal family, sister of Marianne and dawn. Yet here he is, letting you roam freely around his home and enjoying your company. His mother is particularly pleased with the situation, often pushing him into mildly irritating situations with you. Lately she’s been decorating with hearts and fancy pink ribbons- ugh! Disgusting!

But even with his hatred and utter dislike of ‘love’.. he sits here with you at the large dinner table once more, chatting gleefully and enjoying his meal. You never failed to make him grin like a fool- his cold and rough mask disintegrating in an instant. Some of his subjects have even begun teasing him like his mother! It was humiliating.

“Uh.. pixie dust-“ He murmurs, using his personal nickname for you. “I- I know you’ve been cooped up in here for a while and I was wondering.. if you’d like to go out for a night fly with me? But- but of course you have to stay by my side! You are my prisoner!” Bog sputters, placing down his fork and giving you a warm look. Yes you were his prisoner- but it was clear he adored you. “so, what do you think?”