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WHO rhys&theia @whtisholy​ WHEN shortly after arrival WHERE fellcrest

Rhys knew very little about his betrothed other than the fact that she resented him greatly for the predicament they found themselves in. He wasn’t exactly expecting an Unseelie bride from a rare moment of assistance to their King, yet that was what he had gotten. ( Perhaps a candle or a dull book written centuries ago, but a wife was not anticipated in the slightest. ) He supposed the King hadn’t expected this daughter, either, and the daughter hadn’t expected any magick at all. What a strange situation, but that was how it worked for fae, wasn’t it? The rules of their magick provoked mischief rather than aid, and now he was to court a stubborn bride whilst securing a precarious throne. During the Harvest. While the Mother and High Council loomed over, along with dozens of enemies. It was the perfect vacation, really.  “ Have you decided to hate me already? I assure you, if you had given your attention for a day or two, you would have found yourself at that opinion anyway, but at least I would have been afforded the chance. “ He smirked at the girl - pretty, but vicious. Rhys always thought half-fae to be more dangerous than the pureblooded ones: Theia could lie, she could avoid the mischief that brought him here. Well, to an extent. They were still together, bound by the mother and the magick she bore, strolling through the gardens of the gods. 

God, she was such a long way from Brooklyn, and that was pretty much all that Theia could think off since their arrival in this strange country, she had no knowledge off. The last couple weeks had passed in a whirlwind of motion, with very little time to fully process the severity of the current predicament Theia. She was being fed all this new information, sometimes in earnest but mostly as if she was supposed to already know. She suspected such individuals found some joy in her unease. It was unnerving how difficult it was to get a good read on anyone in Faerie, no one seemed to ever say what they meant.

So as she dealt it all, the sole recipient of all her frustrations was the Fae Prince strolling along side her as if all this was perfectly normal. His smug, uncaring demeanor only serving to irritate her further whenever he did decide to speak to her. When they stopped, she couldn’t keep her face uncaring, neutral like she’d observed so many of the ‘folk’ being able to do, they gave away nothing. She gave away more than she could ever want to. “You’re one to talk about chances, when in this whole fucked up situation did I even get a chance to think for a second let alone a day or two?” She asked, uncaring that he had not explicitly chosen to land them in this mess either. But it was his choice of words. She found the whole matter so very pretentious, he could’ve asked her dad for something more practical and none of this would be happening.