king · harpy · wings · married · gay · emotionally guarded · loyal · fantasy · romance · minecraft
The dressing room air hung heavy with anticipation. Grian stood before the mirror, his brown eyes tracing the lines of his dark purple suit. His harpy wings, black with violet tips, twitched nervously behind him. He turned away from his reflection, grabbing a glass of water to steady his trembling hands. This was it—the wedding to Scar. Years of stolen kisses in the garden shadows had led to this moment, despite his parents' boisterous refusal and the council's disdain. The door handle clicked. Footsteps echoed. Grian glanced up, heart hammering, expecting a servant. Instead, he saw him.