The Favour

"It's not an order. I'm simply collecting on a favor, dearly beloved dark Fae prince of Astaria." Islinda taunted him. 

For the first time a look of confusion creased his face. "What are you talking about?" 

With her head lifted high, Islinda told you, "You are so obnoxiously smug in your ability of outsmarting others, you don't realize even realize when you make promises." 

"I did not make any promises to…." Aldric looked like he wanted to speak, but his mouth opened and no words were able to leave his mouth. For a Fae could not lie, they could only bent the truth. 

A smile curved the corners of Islinda's mouth knowing she was victorious while Aldric's face was a mask of confusion. 

"Fine, let me take you down memory lane just a little." Islinda was smug now she had the power in her hand, "Have you forgotten about the panicking incident where you promised to owe me a favor if I could answer your question."