Candace
My life has been in a spiral ever since grandmother left me her cottage in the woods. She was insistent that I have it. This morning when I was on a walk, my locket glowed as I stepped into a ring of red mushrooms with white spots. She gave me the locket too, called it a fairy locket. Nothing has prepared me for the beautiful fairy I encounter and his sweet, mean face. I've heard tales of fairies, not this...
After the creature steals my bed, I have nightmares of strange things in the woods with sharp teeth. I should boot the fairy come morning light, but I am the reason he has a hurt wing.
A normal person would hate the vicious, cruel thing, however under the layers of his burning orange eyes, there's a sensitive prince.