Lady of Summer courted by a mortal man. Warrior? Knight? Saint? Tyrant? His son will never know. She flees Summer for Spring. In half truths and silence she hides her child's origins. Beneath the light of the twin moons dancing between the petals of a blooming pear the son is born.

With all her ambition and all her affection did she raises her son. Perfection in the blade. Perfection in lyrics and words. Perfection in everything. Only perfection could prove he was a lesser to no fae. Prove to the former child of Summer that the fruit of her passion was a gift and not a curse.

Struck by pride was the mother in her son. Struck by sickness was she when his rite to adulthood began to grow close. Harder did the son push himself to be the best. He needed to make his mother proud. He needed to earn that unconditional affection given even from her sickbed. He could not lose to any other. Perfection was the only thing allowed.

But tragic was the end of the tale. The day the son was ushered into adulthood was the day the mother died. Lost, purposeless. The son had nothing left. For decades he did little more than keep all the things he learned sharp. A hunt here. A dance there. A few fleeting moments of fun to break his ambitionless days.

Then one day the fae man went on a hunt. No prey was found. Only a lost fae child. She sat there weeping. Dirty and starving, the fae man felt sorrow for her in his heart. He decided to help the girl find her parents.

Curse was the girl. Beasts, monsters, and evil things were drawn to her. They desired to gobble her up whole. Every day for two years a new threat. Every day filled with danger. The fae man had to use everything his mother had made him learn to keep her safe and find their way. But eventually he got her home.

Tragedy befell this newly formed knight yet again. Exhausted after all the years by the curse, the girl's parents had abandoned her those two years ago. Suddenly back as their lives had begun to become stable, the father broke. In a fit of insanity he drew his dagger and killed his little girl. Her mother screamed out, so she to did he kill. The act suddenly sobering him, the father wept as he took his own life. The new knight did not, could not, do anything to stop what had happened. Frozen, he just stood there watching....

Twice robbed of his purpose by tragedy, the new knight began to spiral. He tried to drown himself in drink. Fights were picked, the stronger the better. Reckless adventures undertaken. He sought an end in it all, yet never once did he turn his blade on himself. Decade after decade this went on. But slow as the earth beneath his feet, he eventually was able to accept what had happened. In it he discovered himself and his fate in helping others to do the same.

Blessed by the Twins, the Lord of their home was given a set of his own. Their mother shortly after passing onto the next journey beyond. Helping hands sought and recruited but as a parent he must persist in raising his brood alone.

Progeny:
Quinn- twin sister of Othello. Mother is Ophelia.
Othello- twin brother of Quinn. Mother is Ophelia.