EngCan, Fantasy AU, GO!
The boy flinches when Arthur takes his hands, wedging himself further into the thick brambles and mud where he is trapped. Arthur realizes then, looking down at his hands, at the iron ring he inherited from his mother, that the boy he’s trying to save is…
“I suppose you wouldn’t consider removing your ring?” Asks the fae, eyes darting bright and quick over Arthur’s face. The fae presses forward, holding out his hands.
The fae is incredibly fair even mostly hidden, lovely in face and voice, and Arthur is completely certain that no matter what choice he makes in the next moment (because this fae is definitely imprisoned for a reason) he will never make it into town and will, instead, probably end up on a journey and/or quest. In short, Arthur expects to have a lot of regret. His mother was right.
Arthur sighs, takes off his ring and slips it into his pocket.
The fae smiles.
