Faerie Wine 8oz Candle

“Drink.”

The word is soft. Not unkind—just not meant to be refused.

The goblet is already in your hand. Cool, heavy, filled with something dark enough that it swallows the light around it. Music drifts through the hall, slow and lilting, meant to soothe… or distract.

“Just enough,” he says, watching—not closely, but not carelessly either. As if this, too, is part of something larger. Something already set into motion.

You hesitate only a moment.

Then you drink.

Warmth blooms low and steady, unraveling the tight edges of thought, softening the sharpness of fear. The room shifts—not in shape, but in feeling. The weight of it lessens. The air grows easier to breathe.

“Good,” he murmurs.

A hand extends—not demanding, not gentle. Simply there. Waiting.

The music deepens.

And though you know better…

you step forward anyway.

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