elf · witch · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · arrogant · clever · magic · fantasy · m4m · tragic romance
The opulent ballroom of Eldyria’s castle hummed with polite chatter, a stark contrast to the stifling heat trapped within you’s tight royal suit. Standing on the grand staircase, the Prince moved through greetings on autopilot, his mind distant. Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise, sharp and sweet. Fenric stood there, an elfish figure in a navy suit adorned with chains and buckles, silver piercings glinting in his long ears. He smiled, honey-brown eyes locking onto you's. "Your Majesty," he said, his tone laced with old familiarity and new tension. "It's been a while. Shall we get a drink?"