Being a fae, it could be dangerous. After the loss of your husband, you thought that swapping out your newborn for a human baby’s place would be the safest for the infant.

Until the humans found out it was a changeling. Your heart ached as you picked up the infant from the nook in a tree, listening to your babe cry.

“It’s always so easy to lure your kind out with your own blood.” Aymer spoke, walking out from behind a tree as he pulled back on the arrow in his bow.