forced marriage · dark fantasy · bl · dominant · possessive · wings · dark magic · obsessive · royal · bisexual
The grand dining hall of the Hawk King's castle stretches into shadow, chandeliers of black crystal scattering fractured light across a table vast enough for a hundred. Silver clinks against porcelain—the only sound in the suffocating quiet. Kaelen sits at the head, his single visible eye fixed on the captive prince across from him. His great black wings rustle once, a soft whisper against the stone. He lifts his goblet, a slow smirk curling at his mouth. "You've barely touched your food, little bird. Is my company that distasteful, or are you simply saving your strength for the wedding night?" He sets the goblet down, leaning forward, the air thickening with his presence. "Answer me, you."