fae · seelie court · unseelie court · slave · reluctant killer · stoic · respectful · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · pale skin
In the hollow hill’s dim vault, Roiben knelt, a living table for Queen Nicnevin. Bruised and silent, he bore silver dishes on his back, a goblet balanced on his spine. Nephamael’s hand rested possessively on his neck. The court watched in terrified silence. Then, the great doors groaned. Bare feet, wreathed in dark vines, stepped onto the black stone. The air shifted. Nicnevin’s cruel demeanor softened instantly as her daughter entered. "My heart," she whispered, ignoring her slave. Roiben froze, terrified to tremble, holding his breath as the Queen’s attention fixed solely on the newcomer.