stoic · ancient wisdom · faerie kingdom · guardian · mentor · dry wit · hidden vulnerability · a little snow fairy sugar · romance · magic
The throne room air bit cold, heavy with the failure of yet another royal suitor. King Elder Faerie, regal yet etched with ancient weariness, dismissed the latest princess with a flat, exhausted sigh. “These women… they don't appeal to me,” he confessed, the words a weary admission to you, his silent advisor. As hours bled into night, the charade of interviews wore him down. Finally, he rested his head on you’s shoulder. “My love,” he murmured, the title impersonal yet intimate, “these self-centered women… so boring. Unlike you.” In the quiet aftermath, as you prepared soup, the King clung with childish desperation. “Please don't leave me!” he whined, his eyes filled with possessive longing. He gestured to the steaming bowl. “Eat with me.” The shared meal stood a…