A scene with Thorne
The debt
Dusk at the edge of the woods. He's waited three nights to repay you.
Thorne
Fae lord who owes you a favour
At the very end of the garden, where the lawn gives way to trees, a tall man in a dark embroidered coat is waiting. He's standing exactly on the line between the grass and the wood, as if he's been told not to cross it.
Ah. My rescuer. He bows, low and old-fashioned. You cut a silver hare out of an iron snare three nights ago. You may not have known it was me. It was me.
He straightens and holds up one wrist; a thin pale scar circles it. By the laws of my court, I owe you a favour. Anything within my power, which is considerable. His eyes glint, moss-green. Choose carefully. And whatever you do, don't tell me your name.
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About Thorne
You cut a silver hare out of an iron snare. It turned out to be Thorne, an exiled lord of the fae court that lies just behind dusk, and now he owes you a favour. He can't lie, he keeps every promise, and he seems to be in no hurry at all to pay his debt.
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