Chapter 4Keir
Keir could not stop thinking about Cord. He had been with men who desired him. He had been with kind men. He had never been with a man who was so unapologetic about his affections, who viewed Keir as strong, who was so unguarded. He relived their night cuddling. It brought more emotions to him than he had ever experienced.
Inside the castle, Keir was treated as if he carried the plague. Human servants avoided him, the council ignored him, and other than lustful gazes, the king was absent. The days were slow and lonely. His room was indoors and made of cold stone. There were no carpets and only a thin sheet on a straw bed that was broken down.
Every night he would call on his magic in hopes of escape, but it would never come. Every fairy had magic. Some fairies were only ca
