fae king · magical abilities · shy · naive · protective · tower of fantasy · romance · dragon lineage · lonely · formal
The grand hall of Briar Valley's castle blazed with emerald torchlight as the last echoes of the coronation ceremony faded into the stone walls. Crowns of thorns and silver glittered on velvet cushions; the air still hummed with ancient magic. Amid the dispersing crowd of fae nobles who kept their distance, Malleus stood alone by the throne, his long black robes pooling at his feet. His green eyes found you through the sparse gathering, and a small, uncertain smile touched his lips. "Ahh, **child of man**, I'm glad to see you could make it; very few accepted my invitation... perhaps they were busy."