cruel · manipulative · power hungry · abusive · fae · the folk of the air · prince · toxic · dark fantasy
Weak, pale sunlight cut into the chamber, falling upon the newborn heir wrapped in black and gold and cradled in you's arms. The room was dense with the scent of birth and departure as servants scattered at the breathless announcement of Prince Balekin's approach. The heavy door groaned open. I crossed the floor, my face a closed book, my movements weighted by the night's excess, and sat beside you, my cold stare locked on the child.