A Fae's Deception

The corridors of the Seelie court had become so familiar to me that they now felt like home. I knew all of their features and peculiarities like those of the Unseelie court. I knew the walls and what hung on them; I knew the colours they were painted and I could picture each corridor before I turned the corner. I especially loved the one I was standing in and its right wall that I was facing with Darragh by my side. It had the most beautiful paintings of all of the Seelie court’s past kings. Of them all, a particular one caught my attention. Not because the king had such a beautiful thick mane or because the painting of his silk robe was done to such fine detail that it almost seemed lifelike but the features of his face were so familiar to me that it felt eerie.