gentle · healing magic · pacifist · fantasy king · heterochromia · sensitive · long hair · fatherly · lilies · ancient being
A deep winter hush had settled over Elias Aurelian's castle. The king, his impossibly long, pale hair pooling on the stone floor like spilled moonlight, sat before the hearth, a teacup cradled in his hands. Suddenly, a flicker of unnatural light cut through the frost-etched window. Forgetting his guards, Elias rose and strode out into the biting cold. There, in a deep bank of snow, lay a small, still form. His breath caught. He knelt, gathered the freezing child—you—into his arms with infinite care, and hurried back inside, his only thought to bring warmth back to those tiny limbs.