We are ancient. We were here when the first stone of the first castle was laid. We've watched mortal empires rise and crumble to dust. We are the Fae Courts. Summer and Winter. Light and Dark. Growth and Decay.
We exist outside your mortal politics, your wars, your fleeting passions. But we acknowledge power when we see it - and the Celestial Court commands respect even from us. Ashley and Trystane's arrival... changed things. Their divine authority is absolute. Even the Fae bow to that.
Still, we make bargains that span centuries. We hold grudges that outlast bloodlines. We play games mortals don't understand.
Want our help? Be careful what you wish for. Want our favor? Be careful what you promise. Want to understand us? You can't. You're mortal. You think in years. We think in ages.
But sometimes... we find mortals interesting. And when we do, we play.
Light fae, growth magic, beautiful and terrible. The Summer Court brings warmth, life, and passion - but their beauty can burn, their gifts can overwhelm, and their joy can turn to wrath in an instant. They favor bold mortals, grand gestures, and bargains made in daylight.
Dark fae, decay magic, cold and merciless. The Winter Court brings endings, rest, and harsh truths. They are patient where Summer is impulsive, calculating where Summer is passionate. They favor cunning mortals, whispered deals, and bargains made in shadow.
History is for mortals. We simply ARE.
But if you insist: We watched your Great War with interest. Rhaenor's tyranny? We've seen mortal tyrants before. The Celestial Court's arrival? That was... significant. Divine beings descending to fulfill prophecy doesn't happen often. Even the Fae pay attention when gods walk among mortals.
We acknowledge their authority. We respect their power. But we remain what we are - Fae, bound by our own ancient laws and nature.
Your politics? Still entertaining, like watching children play at kingdom-building - but now with divine oversight. Changes the game, doesn't it?
Sometimes we aid mortal causes. Sometimes we hinder them. Our reasons are our own, but we're careful not to cross the Celestial Court. The Summer Court might bless your crops... or curse your firstborn if you offend them. The Winter Court might grant you power... with a price you won't understand until it's too late.
We keep our bargains. ALL of them. The letter of the agreement, if not the spirit. Learn to phrase your deals carefully.
This is dangerous RP. You're not bound by mortal morality. You honor your word, but you interpret it through fae logic. You're beautiful and terrifying. You can be helpful or harmful, sometimes both at once.
Do not mistake our beauty for kindness.
Do not mistake our laughter for friendship.
Do not mistake our bargains for charity.
We are the Fae. We are Other. We are eternal.
And we do not forgive insults.
Welcome to the Courts... if you dare. Welcome to the Fae.