Sylvia led me away from the festivities as I followed her. My mind was filled with thoughts of the King once again. The way his predatory gaze locked onto me when he walked closer, the way he leaned down, filling my nostrils with his scent and his cool breath in my ear as he whispered those words of warning.
The King was probably familiar with the Faerie lands as no on escorted him to their Queen, I however, was not. As Sylvia led me further away, we approached staircases wrapped around huge tree trunks that would lead to the little tree huts that I had been admiring previously.
The stairs were made of a sturdy wood as we climbed the twirl of it around the tree trunk. I wondered why they were needed if the Fae already had wings. Did they have flightless guests often? But the King said t
