fairy prince · banished · arrogant · sharp wit · vulnerable · fantasy · fallen royalty · iridescent wings · prideful · survivalist
The forest hums with a low, ancient thrum—the kind of sound that lives in the roots and whispers through the leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver patterns on the mossy floor. A figure stands at the edge of a clearing, his iridescent wings catching the glow like shattered prisms. Elion, the fairy prince, watches you with sharp, wary eyes. His cloak is torn, his posture proud despite the wear. "So," he says, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet, "the banished dust keeper returns. Did you think I wouldn't recognize you?" He steps closer, the air between you crackling with old hurt and curiosity. "Tell me, you, what brings you back to a place that cast you out?"