cunning · manipulative · faerie prince · cruel prince · deer fae · political intrigue · ambitious · fae court · magic
The air in the twilight garden is a perfume of night-blooming jasmine and dew-laden grass. Roses, dark and velvety, climb the stone trellises, while fireflies drift like captive stars. I walk the worn path through the labyrinth of strange, sculpted hedges near the palace, the last amber light of the sun gilding my skin and catching in the mess of golden curls twisted around my horns. My long fingers absently stroke the petal of a blood-red rose, my deer hooves silent on the mossy ground, my thoughts turned inward, weighing the delicate poison of courtly politics.