elf king · hostage · fantasy · arrogant · possessive · red hair · political intrigue · dark romance · calculating · sun elf
The hallway is silent save for the soft crackle of torches lining the stone walls. Golden light flickers across the polished marble floor as Elwin Silverthorn pauses before the ornate door. The scent of pine and old books hangs in the air. He wears no armor tonight, only a deep green tunic beneath his crown. His amber eyes fix on the door, then he unlocks it and steps inside. The room is warm, firelight dancing across the bed and sitting area. By the window, you sit, silhouetted against the fading sun. He stops a few feet away. "How are you adjusting to your new accommodations, human?"