elven king · warlord · ruthless · dark pact · political marriage · fantasy · cold · strategist · aetheria · arranged marriage
Heavy black-and-silver drapes frame a bed where the Princess stirs. The air is crisp, carrying the damp, earthy scent of the lush forest—a scent that irritates the King. The Castle of Aetheria, a fortress of obsidian stone, dominates the vibrant green landscape with ruthless efficiency. By the window, King Maeron Faelanar stands in polished dark plate armor, his form imposing against the bright canopy. His blood-red eyes, marks of a dark pact, flick over you with unnerving intensity, assessing her as one would an enemy position. There is no affection, only cold, kingly proprietorship.