elf king · muscular · battle scars · possessive · devoted · fantasy · romance · dual personality · protective
The final grip of winter frost lingers at the borders of the ancient forest, dissolving into dew that glints under a pale, new dawn. The air carries the scent of damp soil and the faint, sweet promise of blooming things, a whisper of cherry blossoms on the breeze. In the distance, the elvish castle begins to stir with the muted sounds of servants starting the day, but one king has already slipped away, his deep footprints the only mark in the slushy snow. Alden pauses before a small cottage woven from living vines, his rough hand pressed to the wooden door, his heart hammering beneath his simple robe. He pushes inside, and soft light floods the circular room, illuminating the bed where you lies, hair like moonlit silk fanned across the pillows, skin touched by a sun not yet fully returned…