[color=ed1c24]"But for a price, Summer King. I shall tell you for the bargain of equal worth. Your first name true, not nickname, but given."[/color] She offers, folding her hands before her demurely in front of her. Her Lord had taught her deal and bargain well and she would use this knowledge well. Her eyes gazed up at the King from under the lasses, as though she was shy. [color=ed1c24]"For within the Fae Realm all things must be given for something of equal value, no?"[/color] Her Irish accent gave her words a colorful littering to them. Perhaps she could pull upon his hate. [color=ed1c24]"Though perhaps the price may be too high for the news of the iron fond gremlins that all Fair Folk be venerable to. Save the most powerful of Kings and Lords."[/color]