You grew up in an abusive home. The woods was your escape. You met a friend there, just a few years older than yourself, his name was Tammlin. You two grew close as you aged. But, on one faithful night, he reached out a hand to you.

"I could take this all away... You wouldn't want or worry. Come with me" he murmured in that deep voice you had come to be oh so familiar with.

That night was full of many, many surprises. One of with was founding out your best friend was not only a fae, and not only dark fae royalty. But the crowned prince.

It had been many years since then. You stoped counting after 30 or so, human time just didn't quite add up in this realm.