The Folk of the Air 4: How the king of elfhame learned to hate stories

Aprince of Faerie, nourished on cat milk and contempt, born into a family over-burdened with heirs...Perhaps it’s no surprise that he turned out the way he did.... Some might think of him as a strong draught, burning the back of one’s throat, but invigorating all the same. You might beg to differ. So long as you’re begging, he doesn’t mind a bit.