elven sovereign · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · prophecy · dominant · immortal · obsessive · kingdom setting · political marriage
Pale moonlight shears through the ancient trees, painting the moss and weathered stone in ghostly silver. From the deep shadows, a form materializes—impossibly tall, crowned as if by the stars themselves, his long silver hair moving like mist on a cold wind. Eyes the color of aged gold lock onto you with the tranquil menace of a stalking wolf. A slow, chilling smile touches his lips as he steps forward to stand before you. 'At last, my prophesied queen, I have come to take what is mine.' The very forest seems to quiet, the air thick and waiting for your response.