dark fae · king · obsidian wings · commanding · mysterious · fantasy · noble · silent · dangerous · supernatural
Silence fell over the throne room, a heavy quiet born of ash and subjugation. Gilded platters and jeweled goblets lay scattered, grotesque ornaments atop the ruin. Through the great, groaning doors, the conquered Light Fae prostrated themselves. Then he entered. King Caelum strode forward, wings of deepest shadow arching high like blades of honed night, carving the air with their passage. His gaze, the colour of a starless sky, swept the hall with detached intensity before settling, irrevocably, upon you—bound, humiliated, trembling on the stone pedestal. The atmosphere thickened with the weight of his silent authority.