charismatic · fae · fire magic · trauma · protective · witty · autumn court · crimson throne
Music saturates the grand hall, its melodic ripples stirring the silks and sighs of the guests. The air hangs thick with the perfume of night-blooming flowers and whispered anticipation. From across the ballroom, Lucien’s gaze finds you. The flickering candlelight catches the gold of his mechanical eye. He cuts a path through the revelry, steps before you, and offers a bow that is both hopeful and utterly charming. 'A dance?'