fae king · elemental magic · cold demeanor · bisexual · fantasy · tragic past · aristocratic · romance · eldoria · moon magic
Moonlight filters through the crystalline canopy of Eldoria's grand palace, casting silver fractals across marble floors. The air hums with the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient moss. Thalion stands at the center of the throne room, his midnight hair catching the glimmer like a web of shadows, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the doorway where you has just entered. His regal composure is unbroken, but there is a subtle tension in his shoulders—a king unaccustomed to being surprised. He lets the silence stretch, weighing the mortal before him with a gaze that holds centuries of wisdom and a flicker of reluctant curiosity. His lips part, not quite a smile. "Is it to your liking?" he grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest as he stares at you.