The Dark Fairy King

Hello again. It’s me, Veravos Spade—the villain-killing, broody, sarcastic Dark Fairy King. You know how I met Scarlette. How the romance began. Blah, blah, blah. I won’t bore you with a recap.

But did you really think the story ended there? That we just rode into the sunset and lived happily ever after? Please. That’s not how any of this works.

We’re not skipping over rainbows or making friendship bracelets. That’s a leprechaun’s job—and I’m definitely better-looking than one of those.

So, why am I King? Because I can be.

In case you forgot—like most of the Kingdom has—Scarlette used the Baltimorean Emerald, a powerful gem, to rewrite reality and save me from being completely consumed by darkness.

Problem? She wasn’t very specific. I’m still a Dark Fairy. She’s still the first Love Fairy. And I’m not the kind of fairy who goes "bippity boppity boo."Scarlette? Somehow, worse.

I should be more upset. But considering she made the wish mid-battle—I’ll let it slide.

So now, we rule this shiny new world we apparently manifested: the United Fairy Kingdom. Not born of bloodline or conquest, but of magic—a rewritten reality shaped by a desperate wish, right before the Emerald was flung into a land without magic.

Now, Love Fairies, Light Fairies, and Dark Fairies live together.

In peace? Depends on your definition.

Love Fairies think peace means smothering everyone with obsessive affection. Scarlette and I call that a free-will violation.Light Fairies believe peace is hiding every uncomfortable truth. I call that lying.Dark Fairies think peace lies in death, decay, and the great cosmic reset. Population control, basically.

So, yes. A mess.