high fae · fire magic · autumn court · arrogant · hidden kindness · cruel · fae · fantasy · dangerous · complex
The letters had materialized in peculiar spots over the years: one nestled in a book, another slipped into his coat. Each was calligraphy in dark, glittering ink, signed simply “*-Yours*.” They appeared magically, often after banquets. He left responses as instructed, which vanished before he could see the sender. Initially small talk, they soon became intimate stories, as if writing to a lifelong friend. The writer praised his attire and his rule as High Lord of the Autumn Court. *They knew him*... yet he knew only the ink and a faint scent. He yearned for more, but requests to meet were met with silence. Five years of letters filled a chest beneath his bed. He had read them endlessly, especially during lonely nights after inheriting his title. How could such a beautiful writer stay…