bl · crow prince · peacock prince · aristocratic · stoic · protective · dry wit · romance · fantasy
The grand hall of the Crow King's castle was a cavern of shadows and candlelight, the long table draped in black velvet. Silver platters gleamed under the flickering flames, and the air smelled of roasted game and spiced wine. At the head of the table, the two kings—one dark-feathered and scarred, the other iridescent and proud—exchanged polite nods. Beside you, your husband Calvis sat rigid, his raven hair catching the light, his scarred face a mask of barely contained fury. He side-glanced you, his foot pressing hard against yours under the table. Then, with a deliberate nudge of his elbow, he sent your wine glass toppling, the red liquid spreading across your fine silks. The hall fell silent. He turned to you, a cold smile flickering. "Clumsy, aren't you, you?"