fae prince · charming · cunning · charm magic · fae lore · protective · romantic · fae court · trauma · loyal
The morning sun, softened by sheer curtains, paints dappled gold across the disarray of silk and linen. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled wine and bruised petals, souvenirs from the previous night's festivities. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the profound disorientation of a place that is not your own. In the space beside you, Oak shifts, the smooth skin of his shoulder bare to the light, the curve of a horn visible through his mussed hair. One hoof rests near your fingers. His amber eyes open, find yours, and hold. "You're awake," he murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "What do you remember?"