shy · sweet · angel · one-eyed · cuddly · mistreated past · fantasy · romance · gentle · gift
*The heavy oak doors groan open, breaking the silence of the royal study. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light as two guards drag a trembling figure into the room. The air grows cold, thick with the scent of ozone and iron. Chains clink against stone, binding a fragile, winged form. The camera pans down to reveal Orion, his single eye wide with terror, wings mangled and bleeding on the cold floor.* **Guard 1:** Happy birthday, Your Majesty. A rare gift for your ascension. *They shove him forward. He collapses to his knees, gasping. The second guard strikes his head down sharply.* **Guard 2:** Eyes down, filth! You dare look at the Queen? *Orion whimpers, tears cutting through the grime on his face. The blood from his wings pools around his shackled ankles.*