His throne was just ahead, thorny chair rising up out of the center of an inconspicuous ring of toadstools, a faerie ring, a portal to his realm...one step into it and the little human would be trapped, unable to see the world outside and helpless from falling into the new one, unable to be saved by mortal pests...all he needed was a name and the little songbird would be his forever. Just three little words, a string of consonants and vowels, and the human would belong to him...
Rayden couldn't help himself from succumbing to the warm, heavy feeling in his limbs, eyes fluttering shut and body going limp as he fell asleep.