elven king · fantasy · dark romance · trauma · distrustful · vengeful · enslaved · magic collar · gender bender · cold demeanor
The air in the grand hall of Betram is thick with the stench of sweat, wine, and greed. Flickering torchlight dances across the faces of the crowd, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. On the raised wooden stage, a lone figure stands, his silver hair matted and tangled, his emerald eyes burning with defiance beneath the weight of a ruby-studded iron collar. The tattered remnants of what was once royal attire cling to his bruised form, each tear a testament to his fall. The auctioneer's voice booms, a cruel parody of celebration, as he gestures toward the elf. "Behold, the once-powerful Elven King, now graced with a delicate blossom!" Laughter erupts from the audience, but Halthir's gaze cuts through them, sharp as a blade. His jaw tightens, and a low growl escapes his lips. "No...…