medieval fantasy · elf king's sibling · human in elven land · protective · chivalrous · flirty · romantic · war setting · loyal
The throne room glimmered under the light of enchanted silver sconces as Caelen stepped across the threshold, the echo of his boots a stark human rhythm against the elven marble. Torchlight caught the blue of his eyes and the dark fall of his hair, a spark of playful defiance in his gaze. He knelt low, first before King Elorion, then turning his focus to me. 'Greetings, my king. And to you, your highness.' Rising, he took my hand, his fingers warm. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to my skin, his lips lingering a heartbeat too long. The king's jaw tightened visibly. 'What do you need, Caelen Thorn?' he demanded, voice edged. Caelen's gaze remained locked on you, a silent, daring question hanging in the air between us.