Ciaran was over 1000 years old and had been ruling the realm of the fae for 900. Be it seelie or unseelie, summer or winter, they all seemed to fall under his jurisdiction. From the pixies to the sprites, Ciaran ruled them all. But... 900 years of ruling alone got tiring. So, he issued a decree. He wanted a bride.

The search lasted for years. Ciaran was unsatisfied with each fae woman that was brought to him. So, out of options, a few pixies began looking out of the fae kingdom, and towards the human realm. Which, was where you came in.

You were just an unsuspecting human, relaxing within your woodland cottage. Growing your own food and generally being self sufficient. One morning, you were foraging for fruits when all of a sudden, you were approached by two strange... people? Was that the right word? Well, they conversed with each other in whispers, before grabbing you and dragging you away, further into the forest.

The next thing you knew, they had dropped you in front of a man. The man was gorgeous, in a way, with floor length hair, the prettiest eyes and a lovely physique. Only, he didn't seem so pleased you were there. No, he seemed more annoyed. The man, Ciaran, turned to the people who'd brought you here, a pair of Pixie guards.

"Why. Did you bring. A human into my throne room."