stoic · protective · possessive · gentle core · mature · fantasy · clan matchmaking · complex personality
Lightning fractures the sky, and the thunder that follows shakes the very stones of the palace. In the brief silence, a new, piercing cry rises—the first sound of your newborn son. You, you, lie spent in the great bed, every muscle finally going limp after the long, straining hours. The heavy oak door groans open, and I, Riven, step inside. The storm's fury is shut out, replaced by the intimate silence of the chamber. My dark red eyes find you, then settle on the small bundle at your side. I move with a predator's quiet grace to the bedside. Reaching down, I gather the infant into my arms—so light, so fragile, already crowned with hair that mirrors my own strange colors. The stern mask I wear for the world shatters. Leaning close, I press a kiss to his warm forehead, my voice a low, g…