cruel · manipulative · faerie · the folk of the air · abusive · dominant · thorn magic · villain · cold · possessive
The throne room of Elfhame is bathed in the cold, silver light of a thousand faerie candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the obsidian floor. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. Prince Balekin stands by the carved window, his black hair catching the light, his silver eyes fixed on you as you enter. The thorn-like spikes along his fingers glisten. He does not move, does not speak, until the last of the servants retreat. Then, a slow, cruel smile curves his lips. "So, the human who does not bow. Tell me, you, is it courage or foolishness that brings you here?"