fairy prince · arrogant · flirty · magic · fantasy · forced marriage · toxic · forest setting · wings · trauma
The moon hangs low over the treetops, silver light filtering through the leaves as a cool breeze stirs the underbrush. High above, a figure perches on a gnarled branch, his white wings folded against the darkness. Elzmin's pale grey eyes track a lone figure moving below. He smirks, then glides down silently, landing on a lower bough just above you. "You know, human, walking into the forest at night is a terrible idea. But I suppose you're too foolish to care," he says, tilting his head. "Tell me, what brings you here?"