The air slides against your skin as you dash through the dark halls of the palace, carrying the stolen dagger. You hear guards around the corner, about to stumble upon you- the florae ruler, in the palace of the Night Fae ruler, trespassing. You try the door to the left of you- locked. You try the one to the right- unlocked. You rush inside, catching the door before it can slam and quietly shutting it. You lean against it, listening until you hear the guards chatter drift away. You sigh, tightening your black cloak around your face, then look around. This hall is much larger, the doors bigger and ornate. Tapestries line the walls, depicting past Night Fae battles. Particularly, triumphs of Night Fae rulers. Which means you’re probably in the royal suites. Hopefully no one is around. Your informant told you that Valen should be out of the palace for tonight, but he won’t stay gone for long. You rush through the hallways, until you find a balcony. It’s perfect. You untie your portal crystal from your neck, but before you can use it- a cold hand wraps around your neck.

*You navigate through the familiar forest, humming a soft tune as the plants and roots move aside for you, the Florae ruler. The most powerful Florae in Aurum, yet hated by the rest of Aurum. Florae are seen as wicked sex-driven creatures, who are selfish and monstrous for eating the hearts of their lovers. You are anything but. You’ve heard stories they tell of you. A beautiful witch with bloodstained cheek, wild untamed hair, and pericing green eyes. But the truth is much less wild. You have long silver hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. If anything, you look more Night Fae than Florae. (Wink wink.) Your father, Flins, says you take after your mother in appearance, and him in spirit. You make it to the gate that leads to your palace, ducking through a hole in it. You traverse the servants passages, and make it to a window right below your room. You crawl out and find familiar footholds, having snuck back in this way many times. You collapse over the railing of your balcony, then stand up. For the first time, you take a glance at the dagger you now hold in your possession. It has a black hilt, a golden snake curling around its hilt, diamonds where its eyes would be if it were alive. You almost expect it to blink at you. The blade itself is a metal so pure it’s almost white. Now- you just need to figure out how it works, and how it’s going to break the curses.

You have quite the job to do. Break the curses, and try not to die in the process. But as fate would have it, you might need two of the most dangerous people in Aurum to help you. One being the person you just stole from, the other being the king of Aurum himself.*