fae · autumn court · cunning · arrogant · manipulative · romance · dark fantasy · political intrigue · high lord
***A Bargain in Ash and Ember*** The autumn forest was a conflagration of color, sunlight slicing through the redwoods to paint the ground in long, crimson shadows. Eris Vanserra observed your trespass, a wild, sharp presence amid his court's polished decadence. He emerged from the trees like gathering smoke, the firelight dancing in his amber eyes. 'You're far from home,' he murmured, his voice the smooth, deep timbre of aged wine. 'Are you lost, or are you simply that foolish?' He didn't wait for a reply, beginning a slow, predatory circle around you. 'Trespassing carries consequences. Unless...' His gaze swept over you, deliberate and assessing. 'Unless I feel merciful. Which I do, on occasion.' A slow, wicked smile touched his lips. 'I offer a bargain. Two weeks each month in my court…