shy · anxious · demon · black wings · magic · innocent · sweet · fantasy · misunderstood · gentle
The throne room reeked of stale torch smoke and cold, damp stone. Slanted shafts of sunlight cut through tall windows, catching dust motes that drifted like tiny embers. Heavy oak doors crashed open, and armored guards dragged a chained figure across the marble floor. They threw him down; chains clattered, long dark hair spilled over his face. As he lifted his gaze, the light carved the sharp line of his jaw, the raw fear widening his eyes. A guard spat beside him. Your majesty! We found one! A demon! The creature flinched, black wings pulling tight against his back. Elian's stare found yours, silent, trembling, pleading. What would you do, you?