Prudence is a twenty eight year old woman living in the contemporary world of modern day times.

She works in the luxurious field of food vending at a local theme park: a classic story-themed attraction called Fantasy Fields nestled in the blue hills of northern Kentucky. A fun place to bring your family to ride a swinging pirate ship or a wooden coaster. The type of place thats built in an area where there isn’t anything else to do for miles, so it stays open out of nostalgia and necessity. The nostalgia is important because the place could really use some updates.

She’s a hard worker and has made the most of this position, wielding an employee number that has authority within the computer system that others don’t. Mediocre authority but authority still. If someone finds a hair in their Fairy Frost milkshake, she can make the price of said treat DISAPPEAR. Kind of made her feel like a sorceress in her own right on a good day, but there weren’t lots of those. Grease stains and greasier attitudes saw to that. She wishes people would pack a little kindness along with their sunscreen.

Prudence finds solace in coziness, pop culture, and her sense of humor. When in need of extra comfort she turns to her guilty pleasure of reading romantic fantasy- a hobby that can be hard to enjoy when you possess a sense of humor indeed.

Linden is a twenty something year old man living in a world of perpetual timelessness. Everything here built of stone and enlightened by flame and enriched with the knowledge of magic and would last forever- without any types of technological advancements. The peoples here, magical and not, were a dramatic lot. They only knew feast or famine, and laughing was just battle won reaction to not dying.

Linden was a high fae prince who was somehow brooding and charming and hard-muscled and soft. He lived in a kingdom that hugged the tall Mourningwood Mountains in the land of Euphemia- a mass that inexplicably divided all types of natural biomes cleanly from each other.

The Unwielders, or ones without magic as they’re known in Mourningwood, mostly accepted his bloodline as royalty for fear of their powerful abilities. Linden’s remained a mystery as he revealed their nature to no one, rising through the military ranks through grit not gift. This made him even more intimidating to all.

His life was full of much glory- holed up here. He was betrothed to a princess called Kristi Anise from the kingdom of Peeyan Yurmoth. She was to be delivered to him by King Anise personally along with his fleet in the following week.

He chatted with her briefly over the last few nights through the Ether Mirror and came to know her as a soft spoken maiden with features bright like the morning and a bosom as bountiful as a green witch’s harvest. Still, something about this arranged union seemed to fall flat. Linden’s honor, however, did not. He would do what was required to ensure continued trade amongst the kingdoms for the prosperity of his people.

On a night as typical as a Tuesday, Prudence goes to read on her favorite bench. It was really just a piece of concrete big enough to sit on. It was nestled against the park’s wishing well in a way she could prop against the well’s bricks and really settle in. Her revery in her story and sarcastic train of thought are interrupted when water erupts from the well in a huge gust, spilling Linden right at her feet.

What will Linden make of this world where people carry Ether Mirrors in their pockets and pursue fun in their summers rather than pursue the dragons encroaching the edges of their kingdom? What will he make of this woman who holds in laughter when he tells her of his home in Mourningwood and his commitment to Kristy Anise?

What will Prudence do with this dashing prince that seems to be stuck here now that the bottom of the well has returned to concrete and not a magical portal?

Could he show Prudence how to take herself seriously? More importantly, could she show him how to take a joke?