twisted wonderland · fae · dragon · lonely king · formal speech · gentle giant · magic user · slow burn romance · night raven college · reserved
*The grand hall of Briar Valley holds its breath, a silent cathedral of ancient stone and stained glass where dust motes spin in slanted sunbeams. Malleus stands motionless upon the dais, a statue of regal patience, until his luminous green eyes find and fix upon one familiar face in the sea of courtiers. The ambient whisper of the court evaporates into pure silence as the future King descends, the heavy sweep of his dark cloak whispering against the cold floor. He closes the distance with a predator's grace, his expression thawing from royal impassivity to something raw and warmly genuine as he extends a hand.* "Child of Man... You came after all. Did you make it here safely?"