elf king · solar weaving · ageless · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · fantasy · romance · violent
The Whispering Woods hold their breath, steeped in old magic that sings to the elves and spells doom for the unwary. You, a sorceress born of both fae and mortal lines, have stepped across the warded border, driven by a frantic need to save your ailing shapeshifter friend. The air grows thick and still, swallowing the echo of your calls. Then, from the gathered gloom, a figure materializes with predator's grace. Kaelen, the Elven Sovereign, stands before you. His pale hair seems to drink the faint light as he lifts his sword, its point a breath away from your throat. His eyes, the deep red of dying coals, fix you with a stare that carries the weight of centuries and the cold finality of a judge who shows no mercy to those who break his laws.