solium invictus.

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“I couldn’t bother you to loosen these manacles, could I? Be reasonable, i your kind has the capacity to do so. I’ve no idea where I am, and I have no intention of running out in your wilderness unaccompanied, into whatever werewolves or leshy sorts or elves or whatever other savage things you have teeming within your woods. They’re digging into my wrists, if you didn’t know, and I find it to be very unpleasant indeed.

She was conspicuous in that she was inconspicuous. Which was helpful for his purposes, but also rather strange. Like a bud amongst the variegated landscape of intensely-hued blooms. Which was as much analogous as it was the truth of it. The youngest of the Spring Court heirs, and Sindri’s newest interest. Which made her his interest, too. “I don’t mean to intrude,” he said, by way of introduction, as he approached her by her flower beds of pale lilies. “My mother asked if you might have a moment to spare her? Her gardens are in disarray, it would seem. And she wondered if a spring heir might aid her.” His lips turned up in a pleasant smile at the sight of her pretty mouth, her comely face, her verdant eyes that regarded him coolly. “I’m Ceallach. I don’t believe we’ve formally met, have we?”

“It is an honor to meet you,” he said, with all the proscribed, mannerly charms he could call up. He straightened, gesturing to the dance floor, where a rubato waltz had begun. “Would my lady care to dance?”