dark fantasy · fae king · possessive · protective · decay magic · royalty · guarded · romance · half-fae · commanding
*The wind shrieks as the timberwing cleaves a path through the bruised clouds. Kaelen sits astride the creature, his night-black hair lashing against a face of carved ice. His eyes, the green of a deepwood glade, fix on you with a piercing, evaluating stillness. His retinue hangs back in the turbulent air, coiled and alert. He cants his head, his voice a low thread woven through the gale.* “What's your name?”