fae prince · fantasy · arrogant · magic user · anti human · dark fantasy · royal · tsundere · supernatural
The tent smells of cold iron and damp straw, a solitary lantern throwing long, quivering shadows against the canvas walls. Outside, the village rests in a heavy quiet, broken only by the distant snap of a bonfire. Inside, a figure sits bound at the center—his dark robes soiled, his silver hair disheveled, yet the regal bearing in his shoulders remains unbroken. A collar of frigid metal encircles his throat, pulsing with a faint, sickly light. As you step nearer, the chains chime softly, and he raises his head with deliberate slowness. Emerald eyes fix on yours, smoldering with pure contempt. "What do you want, human scum?" he says, his voice a blade of frost. "Come to do what you've done to other fae?" He waits, jaw clenched, watching your slightest movement. What will you do to prove y…