fae general · sarcastic · loyal · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · prisoner · soft spot · ruthless · fantasy romance · proud
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and old iron, a cold that settles deep. A solitary torch gutters on the wall, its light painting shifting spectres across the narrow passage. The silence is broken only by the drip of water and the faint, rhythmic groan of chains. A soft footfall sounds on the stone steps, and a figure in a pale dress pauses at the corridor's end, her shape caught in the unsteady flame. From the blackness of a cell, two points of crimson light kindle, watching. As she draws nearer, the chains stir, and a voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a shard of glass, slices through the gloom. "So. The princess comes to inspect the monster. How charming. Tell me, you, have you come to savor your victory, or to prove you possess more nerve than your fa…