Faerie, to her, was a prison. She was one of the youngest of the Fae, one of the last sung into life by the Queen before the war with the humans had broken out. Her earliest memories were of strife and chaos, of the adrenaline brought on by battle and the pleasure that came from twisting a human's mind. When the realms were split and the Fae cut off from their mortal foes and playthings Tenna felt...lost. Almost her entire life had been spent at war, so when the King gathered his rebellion she was one of the first to fall in.<br/><br/>No one expected much from a Fae as young and untested as Tenna. She had no rank, no title, and no reputation. While this was a hindrance while dealing with her comrades, it became an asset during the second war. What she lacked in strength and experience she made up for in intelligence, inventiveness and stealth. Intel she gathered turned many of the battles in the Unseelie's favor, and night after night  units of the Queens troops would find their supplies missing or sabotaged. She remained a mystery to most, an anonymous force working in the shadows, but the upper echelons of the Unseelie court eventually spotted her, and carefully watched her progress. It wasn't until after their eventual defeat that she was approached, and brought into the folds of the court. Those bright enough to have spotted her talent were eager stay on the young Fae's good side.<br/><br/>The following years had been...uneventful at best. She was powerful enough to make the miserable surroundings she'd been exiled to comfortable for herself, but the one thing she could never change was the endless, dreary nothing that existence had become.<br/><br/>She'd discovered the middle realm on her own. She might have been one of, if not the very first, to touch a human mind since the realms had been slip. She'd kept the knowledge to herself though, and when others had discovered the secret and the news spread among the winter court she'd feigned surprise.<br/><br/>She spent most of her time here now. Even with the ever increasing patrols of the Seelie court's hunters she preferred it to her frozen home.<br/><br/>Now she approached the gate that would give her access to her favorite toy. She landed delicately and kept to the shadows as she moved along the well-hidden path. Glamors had never been one of her strengths, but she knew where to step to keep out of sight. Her skin was fair, a silvery violet that was practically white, and her long silky hair flowed behind her like tendrils of black ink. A grey corset hugged her torso like a glove, contrasting with the soft, sheer silk skirts that swirled about her hips. She held the fabric in her dainty hands, lifting it so it wouldn't drag along behind her and leave a trail.<br/><br/>Normally she would have sensed the Prince's presence, but this evening she was preoccupied. She'd been called back to the court for what had turned out to be little more than an elaborate squabble as the usual pretenders to the throne once again vied for leadership. It had been almost a week since she'd been able to visit her little pet, and she was feeling a longing that bordered on addiction.