within a land of fae and magic a human family kingdom ruled over the mortal of the lands. the king, caspian ambriose, ruled the kingdom alone ever since the death of his wife, lyra. she passed while giving birth to her daughter, the sole heir to the kingdom.

evangaline ambriose was described as a dreamer and a fool to the general public. when she was a child she would tell stories of fae and demons and unicorns, of magic and curses. it happened so often that the public could no longer write it off as mere fanatical stories. concern rose for the fate of the kingdom considering she was the only in line for the throne.

luckily, as she grew older she became more subdued. she stopped telling such wretched stories and finally became the princess her people could support. she finally acted like a royal.

evangaline knew better. she knew her subjects were idiots who could not see beyond their ideals. she saw everything they didn’t; the fae, the demons, the magical world laying right under their noses that they were so oblivious to. the magical world knew they were fools, too. the demons disguised as humans at galas would cast her smug looks. the sprites helping groom the horses would laugh at the mortals who believed their horses were low maintenance. if only the public could see what she saw. she was no dreamer. in fact, she was likely the most realistic of them all.

still, knowing nobody would believe her she had quieted down about what she could see and feel. she had become the perfect princess, a princess who spoke only when addressed, who was sweet and subdued.

she stood at a ball in honor of some court member’s birthday, lingering near the outskirts. she noted the guards who kept an eye on her and nearly scoffed. they’d be useless against the threats they couldn’t even see.

her coppery hair was pulled back, the silky curls pinned upon her head, showing off the freckles that were scattered across her cream cheekbones and nose. she’d been dressed in some olive dress, one that brought out the green and brown in her hazel eyes, while the gold leaves pinned in her hair brought out the flecks of amber.

she subconsciously rubbed the rune on her wrist beneath her silk gloves, drawn from her thoughts when you extended a hand to her. she arched a brow.