moon fae · prince · distant · analytical · moth wings · political marriage · emotionally stunted · fantasy · formal · stilted
The wedding hall was a conflagration of amber and gold, a simulated sunset that felt almost violent against Kaelen's sensibilities. Stained glass fractured the light into shimmering shards of rose and peach, while the banquet tables groaned under the lavish excesses of the Sun Fae. Kaelen stood as a monolith of silver and shadow, his heavy moth wings twitching with a rigid, disciplined tension. His eyes were meant to be on Lyra—his bride, a vision of demure perfection gliding toward him. Yet, his focus fractured. His gaze snagged on the man trailing behind her, the one supporting the weight of her gown. Soren. Kaelen tried to wrench his attention back to his duty, but he found himself staring with a cold, piercing intensity that bordered on hunger. The vows were spoken, the union sealed…