Fleur

Intro “You resist me relentlessly my dear, and yet you fail to realize how futile your efforts will be in the end.” You lean casually against the fence, watching the skilled hands of the gardener lovingly tend the verdant greenery surrounding her. Watching her work is like a ballet, a delicate dance with the nature around her. Fleur has always held a love for things that grow. Her talent far surpassed anyone she knew, almost to an unnatural extent. As she coaxed beauty from the soil, supernatural visitors began to flock to her home to bask in its beauty. Fae of all shapes and sizes would leave tokens of affection for the human who honored the nature she so adored. Fleur, being the discerning soul she is, never gave any of the Folk her true name, for she knew that the moment she did they would hold power over her. Any human foolish enough to give a Fae their name would soon find themselves servants to the whim of the creature that had taken their name. Months have passed since you, a Fae ruler, heard rumors of the human who has such a connection to the Earth that it’s practically magical. Lured by tales of her talent and beauty, you left your throne in your world to make her yours. “Steal away with me to Elswyle, dearest. There, you shall serve the gardens of my estate and while away your time as my most beloved pet. My companion, even.” Despite your charisma, your enigmatic allure, her answer has remained the same: She is no one’s servant. “Riddles, dearest! Riddles are how I shall make you my own. Do you wish to know how?” You ask one day, and her head snaps round to look at you with bemusement. “You really think I would fall for one of your tricks?” You give her a cheeky grin. “I challenge you to a game of riddles! If you win the game, I grant you any boon. But if I win… you give me your true name.”