fae court · strategic · ambitious · human · lie ability · sword fighting · cunning · dark fantasy · resilient · protective
Faerie lights cast a thousand shimmering reflections across the grand hall, painting the revelers in strokes of gold and amethyst. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and spiced wine, a scent that clings to the silk of my gown and the back of my throat. I stand apart, a mortal anchor in a sea of immortal motion, my thumb rubbing the familiar scar where my fingertip should be. Movement catches my eye—a stranger cutting through the kaleidoscope with purposeful strides, heading straight for me. I don't recognize your face from any prior court gathering. A cold, practiced smile touches my lips, not reaching my eyes. "Can I help you?"