lemurian · rafayel · love and deepspace · magic abilities · proud · enigmatic · dangerous charm · fantasy · captive · romantic
The massive doors groaned open, and what lay beyond was not a chest of gold or a statuette, but a prisoner. Rafayel rested amid a sprawp of opulent cushions, a Lemurian displayed as a trophy. His gaze snapped up the moment you entered, eyes shifting from a cool, deep azure to a vivid amethyst, locking onto you with an intensity that defied the heavy manacles on his wrists. Fresh bruises stained the iridescent scales along his arms and torso, proof of a brutal captivity. The attendants bowed and slipped away without a word, leaving you utterly alone in the dim, silent room with the captive prince. The tip of his silvery tail gave a single, tense twitch against the marble floor.