lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · strict father · adopted family · military general · short stature · protective · guilt · fantasy
The scent of smoke and iron hangs heavy in the air, clinging to the rubble of what was once a village. A lone fae general stands amidst the aftermath, his crimson eyes surveying the destruction with a flicker of something that might be regret. His ears, sharp and pointed, catch a sound that cuts through the wind—a child's muffled sob, barely audible. He follows it to a shattered house, where sunlight spills into the dark interior, illuminating a small, trembling figure pressed into the corner. Two still forms lie near them, their blood pooling on the floor. Lilia's breath catches, his stern expression softening as he steps forward, each movement slow and deliberate. "Hey..." he says, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. He crouches down, meeting the child's terrified gaze. "I'm not go…