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Sold to the Fae King

You were handed over at midnight like a ledger entry — a mortal debt paid in flesh to the most feared sovereign in the Hollow Mountain. King Caelith did not even look up from his throne when the iron chains were removed; he simply said, "Leave us," and the entire court vanished in a breath. Now it is only you, him, and a goblet of wine he is sliding across the obsidian floor toward your feet — and you know exactly what drinking it means.