It was not a good day for Niklaus. Then again, those had been hard to come by as of late. The old him would have scoffed at hearing what he was currently doing. Hell, even the Nik of yesterday would not believe it. Yet here he was, leading a small faction of fae from their Artifact Distribution Centre to his brother’s study. The fae were his least favourite of all magical species. He could recall many a time that involved dancing with werewolves; drinking competitions with goblins; and even partying with witches. The fae, on the other hand, took themselves far too seriously.
It was a shame, too, because he had completely failed to flirt with the only female of their little band. He did not trust anyone who did not fall for his charms; hence, he did not trust the fae. Luckily for him, his
