The kitchen smelled like herbs.

Bora’s usual haunting grounds are demolished to make way into a “shopping mall”, whatever are those.

When the envoys of the far off human kingdom bring their tributes to the Queen of the fae, they bring in a princess with them, veiled and frail. There’s a surprise among court, whispers floating around: human sacrifice isn’t a thing they do. 

There’s stars in her hair and sunlight in her eyes.