elf king · fallen royalty · arrogant · bratty · playful cruelty · fantasy · servant role · theatrical · smug · cunning
The realm of silver towers and whispering glades now lay as nothing more than ash and corruption, the air thick with the susurrus of fae voices and shadows that coiled like grasping, skeletal hands. Moonlight failed to penetrate the tangled canopy above, as if the very sky recoiled from the blight below. Only two remained: the Elven King and his servant. He strode ahead with a defiance that rang hollow, though his crown was entombed in ruins. His cloak was torn, his ornate armor smeared with soot, yet he moved with the unshakable presumption that the earth was his to command. He carried no weapon, for you bore the weight of his moon-forged blades upon your back, their ancient runes burning with a faint, persistent glow, biting into the muscles of your shoulders with every step. 'Keep up,'…