#fey reader

Rumors that you had bewitched even his finest weapon himself were spreading fast, yet quietly around camp.

Father Carden had done his best to keep you hidden from his Weeping Monk. The man knew that his favorite weapon was dammed and therefore didn't trust him to meet the Enchantress. Carden simply couldn't lose him. Not because he had grown too fond of him, but because he couldn't afford the price that came with it. The capitol would surely question Father and his loyalties, having let the Weeping Monk into such a high ranking position of right hand man. Yet again and again were you presented to his other untrustworthy paladins. A deadly sin to those who couldn't control their desires and fell to their cravings.

And you played your part exceedingly well. You knew how to entice them; knew exactly how to be of use to your fae sisters and brothers, even in captivity. More and more Paladins fell to their knees for you and were punished greatly for it.

This time a rather young Paladin had even helped you escape. With your feet sore from not moving in a long time, you didn't come very far before darkness crept up on you once more. This time in form of a tall hooded figure stalking towards you in graceful and calm movements.

It was like watching him dance as he reached for his dagger and cut his Brother's throat in one sharp motion. The methods of Brother Salt weren't something the Weeping Monk agreed with, so in his mind he had done his Brother a favor by freeing him of his sins right there. Kneeling down beside him, he cleaned his dagger on the Monk's red robe. His own grey hood casting a shadow over his face as he kept his eyes locked onto the dagger in his hand.

"It is a sin to look into the eyes of such demon. Do not disappoint me."

The words of Father ran through his mind, reminding him of the power you possessed. He knew he couldn't kill you, you were important to Carden and even he had heard the rumors of you. Or rather the screams. Carden had spoken so highly of you. He couldn't place the feeling he felt. Jealousy was a sin as he had read plenty of times before.

Stuck in thought, the rustling of leafs brought him back to reality. He could still smell you, sense your presence with every fiber of his being.

Carefully lifting his head from his crouched position, he couldn't see you anymore.

The adrenaline had taken over your mind as you tried your best to quickly get as far away from him as possible.

Father had spoken of him. He had called him his "greatest creation" but had denied you to ever lay your eyes on the man. Something you hadn't planned on doing any way. The Weeping Monk had taken lives of thousands of Fae kind. He was the worst of them all in your eyes. There was no humanity left in him that you believed you could bewitch. He was too far gone, so you did the only thing imaginable. You ran as fast your bruised feet could still carry you despite feeling incredibly guilty for the young Paladin you had left behind.

His mind wasn't clouded by the stories of the church yet. He hadn't wanted to fulfill his desires and step into a bed with you either. He had desired your safety and for that you would honor him greatly.

It must have been hours that you spent moving through the forest before the aching of your limbs began to become overwhelming.