Within the world the balance of power shifted, from wizard to fae, and back again. A war between worlds, a stalemate that neither really won, because their king lay dead, their princess distraught and unable to help and the prince of both courts missing. No one knew what had happened to the missing prince, but many believed he was dead. Among those who had suffered under the missing heir's absence was the Unseelie queen's knight. A fae lord in his own right, the man had loved his princess, and loved her well, but had let her go to the seelie king because while the others of the court had seen a political marriage, he'd seen one of love. So when the princess had returned without her son, the knight had vowed to find him. To save the prince that he was sure was suffering. And yet,as the years past, his will faltered, and as the princess withdrew from the public and court, the knight suffered under the queen's harshness.
As the Lord of Winter, the Knight of Darkness and Air, and Master of fire, Kerrigan of Camelot-yes, that camelot- was a man who's goodness had been destroyed in the unseelie court. A rarity among men, among fae, someone who truly believed in the goodness of others. And yet... the man was buckling. With every year that past, the man was losing a part of himself.
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Stepping into the manor Kerrigan tilted his head, calling fire to his hand as he didn't hear anything. Waiting patiently, unnaturally quiet as he stood, his heartbeat slowing, almost stopping as he looked around for his lover or any of the servants."Draco?"He said, letting a touch of power lace the words, letting it drift on the air.