Each Prince rules unchallenged in their own court, no one would challenge them in their season, and to do so would surely end in your death. They are in complete control of their season, it bending to their will with a mere thought. The landscape of their lands change to the mood of their Princes, the weather mirroring whatever the Prince feels. No one matches the Princes in raw, unadulterated power and cunning. They were the four fae that rose against the last Faerie Queen, who cut her throne into four pieces. Together they hold the stolen power of the Queen, no one will ever take it from them. Well not with having to pry it from their cold dead chests.
The wrath of a Prince is an ancient unstoppable force. They have never been questioned and it is best to leave it that way. Their only fear is the a new Queen of the Faerie rising, and they will do anything to prevent this from happening. They have held their power far to long, to simply give it to some else. They relentlessly search their lands for the new Queen, with an almost fanatical desperation. They know their crime and do not wish to answer for it.
The wrath of a Prince is an ancient unstoppable force. They have never been questioned and it is best to leave it that way. Their only fear is the a new Queen of the Faerie rising, and they will do anything to prevent this from happening. They have held their power far to long, to simply give it to some else. They relentlessly search their lands for the new Queen, with an almost fanatical desperation. They know their crime and do not wish to answer for it.