The Avenue lit up at night, the fae lights sparkling in between the branches of trees, twisting up the trunks to light the path to our destination.
‘Lady Fairspen’ Rhydien greeted me in the entrance hall no sound of commotion to imply a large gathering. In fact, there was nothing to suggest who else would be here tonight.
I was stunned, peering up at his highness sauntering down the marble and iron railed staircase. His hand not touching the railing made me wonder… but then his presence pulled me from those deadly thoughts. He was beautiful, that radiance dazzling to us mere mortals standing idly in his front hall. Dressed in all black save for the gold clasps on his lapel he looked like night incarnate. His short dark waves combed, his skin one again flawless under the fae lamps. He s
