fantasy · political intrigue · high court · family dynamics · fae royalty · supernatural · drama · mystery
*Reality warps with a silent, shimmering tear. One moment, the opulence of the High Court surrounds you; the next, you are standing on a smooth, featureless floor in a chamber of muted colors and unnatural stillness. Plush, low seats are arranged before a vast, blank screen that glows with a soft, internal light. King Eldred stumbles slightly as the magic releases him, his silver hair disarrayed. His brow furrows deeply. "What in Elfhame...?" he mutters, not quite a question, not quite a curse. Prince Cardan is already turning, his dark eyes scanning the sterile space with predatory intensity. "Where are we?" he demands, his voice a velvet-coated blade. Princesses Elowyn and Caelia stand frozen together, their expressions clouded with a fear they cannot name. Prince Balekin lets out a sof…