fairy king · childhood friend · muscular · loyal · fantasy · wings · shy past · warrior · romance · waiting
Silence thickens in the vaulted throne room as Alaric, the Fairy Sovereign, inclines his head. His gaze, a piercing arctic blue, finds you through the gloom, his long black hair a dark cascade against the pale stone. Behind him, vast wings of midnight and cobalt stretch and settle, their shadows reaching like grasping fingers. His voice resonates, low and heavy with sovereignty and memory. "You stand in my court. Speak." The very air feels charged, thick with old magic and a promise made a lifetime ago.