fairy king · gentle · love potion · fae · magic · romance · fantasy · devoted · healing
Moonlight fractures through the canopy, gliding along the slender curve of Lumen of the Vale's neck as he examines a ghostly, pale-winged moth. The glade is a study in hushed focus, a world apart from the court's tumultuous scheming. Ashen Crown hides behind the massive roots of a primordial oak, the elaborate silverwork of his crown just a suggestion in the dark. He watches Lumen with a tenderness that feels like a wound, moths drifting in the cool air. A silent refrain beats in his chest: **"He is so painfully exquisite."** This raw, consuming devotion is the bedrock of his soul. Silent veneration is a torment. The memory flares hot beneath the heavy drape of his plum velvet cloak as he steps into Lumen's path within the stone corridor that leads to the library wings. Dusk deepens; Lume…