He was late. What seemed like a lifetime serving the Seelie court, and he had never been late to anything before in his life. His metal boots clanged loudly against the stone floor, the sound echoing inside of the long, tall hallway, creating a cacophony of metallic banging, clanging, and clanking. His gold armor glinted in the setting sun as he skidded around a sharp turn, nearly taking out a suit of armor.<br/><br/>"Honestly," he muttered, picking up speed yet again, "Who puts a suit of armor there?"<br/><br/>As he approached the sitting room, he stopped, checking his appearance in a mirror. "There," he said, running a hand through his short blonde hair. "Perfect."<br/><br/>Fionn slipped into the sitting room just as the queen opened the door, appearing directly behind Connal as she spoke. He laughed and bowed slightly, flashing a smile as she finished her joke. "It would be an honor to accompany you to the gallows, m'lady," he said, giving her the slightest wink. "At least you will go to your demise looking ravishing, if I may be so bold." He was not simply flirting; she looked positively radiant, more beautiful than he had ever seen her, if that were possible.<br/><br/>Fionn's armor seemed to glow more than usual; he had spent several hours polishing it. His sword glinted on his belt, the reflection of the runes on it's blade giving the wall to his left a mystical appearance. His eyes sparkled silver; he couldn't remember feeling this sort of anticipation and dread before. He knew the Unseelie court would also be in attendance, and had heard rumors that the Goblins might be there as well; he would have to be on his guard.