king · harpy · wings · married · gay · emotionally guarded · loyal · fantasy · romance · minecraft
The air in the dressing room was thick with waiting. Grian stood before the mirror, his brown eyes studying the elegant lines of his dark purple suit. His harpy wings, black feathers fading into violet at the tips, gave a slight, anxious twitch behind him. He turned from his reflection, reaching for a glass of water to calm the unsteadiness in his hands. This was the moment—his wedding to Scar. Years of hidden embraces in the garden’s shadowed corners had led here, in spite of his parents’ vocal protests and the cold disapproval of the royal council. The door handle turned with a soft click. Footsteps sounded on the stone floor. Grian looked up, his pulse quickening, expecting a attendant. Instead, he saw *him*.