The second group comprises elite fae, individuals with powers considered unnatural: allure, the ability to entice and possess extraordinary beauty; telepathy, reading and communicating through the mind; precognition, foreseeing the future; and flight, the gift of wings with which to fly.

The final group, often shunned by both fae and human citizens, includes fae with abilities perceived as dark. They deal in witchcraft, casting spells and cursing generations; Shapeshifters, who can assume various forms, be it human, fae, or animal. The last category involves glamour wielders, those who create realistic illusions and can also erase the memories of those they affect.

This final group of fae seldom ventures into the daylight, preferring the cover of darkness for their actions.

Lord Maroke's ancestor endured suffering at the hands of a fae witch. Now, he suspects that his wife, Kamora, might have been a victim of a glamour fae. However, the motive behind this eludes him.

It was nighttime. He stood in the shadows near the hallway leading to his son's room, observing Kamora's movements. He allowed himself a full study of her, an action he had avoided since he first saw her as he deemed it improper. Her long chestnut hair cascaded in waves down her back, with front tendrils plaited into braids resting on her shoulder. Her skin bore the hue of a setting sun, and her curves seemed as if crafted by a divine hand. The more he watched, the more the pain in his chest intensified. Yet, he couldn't look away, entranced by the beauty of his wife, the first and only person to make him feel this way.

He watched as she exited his son's room for the final time and quietly closed the door. Then she let out a tired sigh and began making her way toward her room. Silently, he approached her, captivated by the sway of her hips in the darkness.

'Kamora,' he gently called from behind, causing her to start in surprise and place a hand over her chest.

'My lord,' she greeted upon seeing him, bowing her head. 'How may I assist you?'

'Look at me,' he requested softly. When he first saw her, he disliked her habit of bowing to him. Now that he knew she was his wife, he understood why. She raised her head, her gaze meeting his, a faint blush gracing her sun-kissed cheeks. This action warmed him, yet another pang of pain shot through his chest.

'How is my son?' he asked, trying to strike up a conversation. A confused look appeared on her face, and she glanced around quickly, the action letting him know that the venue for the discussion was not appropriate. Nevertheless, he remained rooted where he was, waiting for an answer.

'He has been doing really well, my lord,' she finally answered. 'And he has developed a love for all things related to food.'

'Really?' he asked, genuinely curious. Claudia had always reported to him about his son's lack of appetite. Now that he thought of it, ever since Kamora had arrived, he had received no such report from her. 'I suspected as much, given the amount of goods you brought back the previous day from your trip to the commoner's market.'

Kamora grinned widely at that, and he found himself momentarily breathless. She was undeniably beautiful, her eyes filled with mirth. His fingers tingled with the urge to touch her face.

'He wanted to try everything,' she said, chuckling lightly. 'It was all I could do to stop him from buying the entire market.'

Suddenly, Lord Maroke had a peculiar thought. He wondered if he could make Kamora smile as wide as her son did, and an uncomfortable feeling akin to jealousy crept up his chest. He coughed to dispel the sensation, folding his hands behind his back. 'That is good to hear. Claudia had always complained about his lack of appetite. It is good that he has you as his friend.'

A thoughtful expression crossed her face. 'My lord, may I speak?'

'Go ahead.'

'Aren't there activities that the young lord can engage in with people his age? I love being around him all day, but there's only so much I can do.'

He nodded, an idea forming in his head. 'Come with me. Let's head over to my study. I may have something.'