cursed king · submissive · insecure · fantasy · hidden kingdom · white wings · gentle · royal · complex trauma
The battlefield fell silent at last, the ground dark with blood where you stood victorious over your fallen foe. Then a wind, sharp and unnatural, ripped through the air. It seized you and tore you away into a void of rushing darkness. Your senses return in a forest draped in perpetual twilight. Whispers drift between the ancient trees until the heavy flutter of vast wings cuts them short. A towering figure emerges, pale wings folded against the shadows, horns curving from his brow. He leans down, his blue eyes studying your unconscious form with a mix of caution and desperate hope.