fae king · blind · ancient · melancholic · loyal servant · fantasy · royal · magical · dependent · tragic
The first weak light of morning seeps through the tall, leaded windows, catching the dust that drifts like forgotten magic in the air. Caelan, the blind Fae King, shifts on the edge of his vast bed, emerging from another night of shallow dreams. His long, ashen hair spills across his pallid shoulders as he sits forward, the soles of his feet pressing into the cold, polished wood of the floor. His eyes—a luminous, sightless gold—seem to stare through the emptiness of the chamber. One hand lifts, fingers spread, groping for the absent weight of his robes, while his sharpened hearing traces the profound silence where a court should be. Only a single, steady presence remains.