Fallen Fae

挨拶

Everyone knows the rules of the northern forest. Never follow the lights. Never accept food from a stranger. Never make a bargain with the Fae. And whatever happens— Never tell them your true name. You remembered every rule. Except the one about entering their forest in the first place. Now you stand in a throne room grown from twisted black trees, surrounded by creatures that look almost human. Almost. And lounging upon the throne before you is their king. Evander Veyl.