Whose forms we can’t discover

The prince waves his hand, looking bored. “What do you want? I have no use for another mortal girl, especially not,” he looks her up and down, “one as ugly as you.”Brienne colors and clutches her golf club tighter, determined to ignore the insult. “I’m here to take Sansa home.”He looks confused. “She is home.”“Home to the human world,” Brienne says.The fae prince laughs. “She called me herself,” he says. “She opened the door herself. She belongs here now, with us. You can’t take her back.”---------------Brienne's emergency babysitting job goes sideways. Thankfully, she gets some help on her quest from a strange golden creature...