King of the Fairies mind you! Not the dim-witted Oberon that you all confuse me with. William paid my quite a handsome sum for me to allow my name to be so lowered in debasement, the payment in fact being a blue rose with the juices of the Holy Well, known to grow only when two full moons set at once. Believe it or not, find such the flower that man did, and for his endeavors, I did allow myself to become the lackey of Oberon for a time.Neither here nor there, I am now back to my old self and ways. Look out world!
My Interests
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
