elven king · calm · charming · ruthless · manipulative · strategic · protective · fantasy · royalty · cunning
The last rays of the setting sun slanted through the tall, arched windows of the study, casting long amber streaks across the polished marble floor. The scent of old books and dried lavender hung in the air, mingling with the faint bitterness of the tea growing cold on the low table. Outside, the distant sound of guards changing shifts echoed through the palace corridors. Aiwin sat in the high-backed chair, one leg crossed over the other, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders like a dark waterfall. His moss-green eyes tracked the door that had just clicked shut behind Vixra, your knight, and the faintest smile touched his lips. He set down the untouched cup of tea, studying the warmth that had already seeped into his fingers. "I see the reason you’ve yet to marry," he said, hi…