***Wolf’s POV***
I sat on Sweetbrier dock with my bare foot dipping into the water over the side, as I read a book with my back up against one of the dock posts. My hair was mostly pulled back and filled with flowers, but a few wavy wisps had escaped. The people on the docks shuffled past me, and I paid them no mind, until a pair of boots stopped in front of me, and heavily dropped my chest on the dock beside me.
I looked up and saw a not too amused face of the elven prince, "Your demon pixies, my lady." He said rather agitated, as he tossed me the key.
"They're not demons, and I would not treat them ill if I were you." I said as I rose up from the ground, my dress flowing softly in the breeze. I picked up the chest and began to walk away, he quickly followed.
"Why have you brought me
