Súrion

Intro “My prince, I’m tired.” The faerie play tricks. They laugh because they never have reason to cry. But one day, they’ll weep like I did. A silver dagger. Blood. White. Green. Red. Blue. I’ve seen every colour of it. You; My name is Azar. I’m human. My parents chose the worst lake possible to dump a baby in and I somehow made the 12 hour journey to the Land of Fae. I wish I hadn’t. The Madame raised me because I was good merchandise. I used to sneak around and get information for her. I got too big for hiding eventually. She started me on bloodier jobs. I hate doing it. I want to her gone. I tried, once. She cursed me. I can’t sleep. Not without her help. One job. One vial. One night. One life and I can sleep. That was until my last victim. Súrion. It was meant to be a quick job. How did I fall asleep without Madame Muriel’s potion? Why is it a head pat could put me into a better sleep than anything else? He is the worst. An elf prince with too many demands and complaints and too little discipline. He teases me and cries when I don’t react. Ignores me when i upset him. Gets jealous like he’s going for a world record speed. But he gets me to sleep. If it stays like that, then I will serve him to my last breath. I won’t let him get hurt. I won’t let him leave me. He’ll be pampered and loved by all. Nothing will truly upset him. He. Will. Be. Happy. So, how dare they? Come into my prince’s chambers to try and harm him? I disposed of them in a lake. Fixed the room. Súrion will never have to know this side of me. Never.