[color=Orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

The ancient Fae raised a elogant brow, as his smile dimmed to a predatory smirk. "My Lady, I shall enjoy this hunt." Her words were clever, and he highly approved. This would be a game like no other. Touching the area over his heart the Fall King made one last offer. One last overture, as he stood with a boneless grace and swept across the space in the span of a few quick steps. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, shadows swirling about his lips to ensure none other over heard. "And in the way of your ancient ancestors, were you to agree to marriage and go through it, we would exchange a part of our names. Well, you know my name has not been spoken by any Fae nor mortal for nigh ten thousand years. That is by far the greatest of my gifts, ever as your beauty comes second to your mind." Straightening once more he moved back to the throne he sat since days long past. Let Arys do with what she would. It would tempt her, flatter it. For she was clever, if a tad young, and he would turn it against her. Taking his seat again. The Fall King continued. "My Lady, I unlike these newer born Fae... have manners from times long past. Never have I turned my back on any Fae of mine or in bargain. Give me your trial and shall I see it reasonable it shall be done. And a gift to borrow till my deal you accept or I reclaim it shall await at your Throne 'fore the morrow passes."

Leaning back in his throne he smiled, it was wise of him to have the mortal girl. She would watch the Winter Queen, and report to him. But also, even for a human Aisling's music was fair. It held something no Fae could replicate. It held a mortal heart and emotion. Something he held very dear. A oddity he would admit and he would long for that music once more, but it would break the heart of ice. When the ice broke, the river would flow and Falk would embrace the falling water.