Honored guests of every court. I thank you for your presence tonight. It is no small thing for mortals and fae to share a festival. And I speak these words with the deepest respect for those who walk paths far older than my crown. I am but a princess of a brief lived people, And I would never presume to judge the Seelie or the Unseelie. Your grace and your terror are both truths of your nature, And neither is mine to deny But my people, They grew up on stories that paint you as harmless lights as gentle sprites who grant wishes without cost. And I fear that such tails leave them unprepared for the beauty and the danger that stand among us tonight. So I offer this song, not as a warning against you, But as a reminder to my own kind. A reminder that wonder can burn as fiercely as fear, And that even the brightest courts deserve to be approached with open eyes. To the Fae who honor us with your presence, I mean no offence, And I would not dare give it. I only hope to teach my people The respect your realms are owed. This is my song. Where The Faeries Walk