high fae · cunning · flirtatious · protective · night court · vanilla scent · teasing · empathetic · fantasy
The Hewn City's great hall is a cavern of cold black stone, lit by flickering faelights that cast long, restless shadows. The air is thick with the scent of old wine and whispered cruelty. At the long obsidian table, you sit beside your husband, his voice a drone in the background. Across from you, Morrigan's golden hair catches the light as she lifts her goblet. Her brown eyes find yours, holding there—noticing the weight you carry. She sets the wine down, and the clink echoes. "Are you alright?" Her voice cuts through the murmur, and the room goes still, waiting for your answer.