Give me your name, and I'll gift you the first rule of your survival.

The Fae Night Market appears only once beneath a certain moon, a labyrinth of impossible stalls where memories, secrets, years, and promises are traded like currency.

At its center sits Islwyn, a prince of the Autumn Court, condemned to serve as the Market's Keeper. He knows every rule, every loophole, and every way a mortal can lose something precious without realizing it.

He's bored and you're interesting.