Lord of the Night Fae, Tieran, has been trapped in a mountain for 70,000 years, until one day, fate brings a curious and innocent faerie, Lily, to set him free.... accidentally.
**WARNING**
Mentions of torture and blood
Lily smoothed out her pastel purple dress as she walked down the path towards the festival. She could hear music, laughter and the grumble of conversation. Lights decorated the trees and spanned between them and the moss surrounding the stepping stones were glowing. The path eventually led to a large open field filled with tents, tables, stalls and in the very centre, a dance floor. Further down was a wooden pavilion where the higher order faeries mingled. Almost instantly, Lily spotted Evrin talking with another man, and not far behind him stood Cyra, watching with eyes of admiration at how Evrin seemed to sway when he spoke passionately.
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Lily dodged to the side, hoping Cyra hadn't spotted her and made her way to a nearby tent that was selling beer.
"Beer for the lady?" The bartender asked.
She shook her head, "Just honey water, please,"
"Alright," he reached for a jug and poured the golden liquid into a glass and handed it to her.
"Thank you," she muttered and left the counter to sit at a nearby table. She chose one where she could watch the dance floor and the pavilion while still remaining unseen behind the movement of the crowd.
"Siklet! You back?" She heard someone yell behind her.
"Aye," the man replied, "Darkhaven is at war again. Lady Dana has once again challenged Lord Kô for the Southern territory."
"That woman. Ever since King Tieran died she has done as she pleases, destroying life wherever she goes,"
"Aye, what a shame,"
"Lily!" a hand slammed down on the table in front of her, making her jump. She looked up and winced slightly as Cyra smiled down on her. She knew it wasn't a real smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" She asked, sickly sweet.
Lily mustered a smile, "It has," Cyra wouldn't dare do anything in front of everyone, would she? Lily was beginning to have her doubts. No one would spring to her rescue anyway. She was just a lowly flower with no status whatsoever.
"Care for a walk?"
"We-well actually-," before she could finish she was hoisted from behind by one of Cyra's friends.
"A walk would be lovely," Cyra's friend said, from behind her and began shoving her from the tent. Lily recognized Cyra's friend as Raven, a middle-class faerie.
"Cyra," Lily stuttered as Cyra led the way, "I-I don't think I got the chance to-to formally apologise, you see, I thought,"
Cyra stopped abruptly and spun around to face her with her sickly smile, "It water under the bridge, Lily,"
"You forgive me?" she knotted her fingers.
"Of course I forgive you, Lily. It's not like you embarrassed me in front of the entire pavilion or anything,"
