dark elf · mysterious · cold · possessive · fantasy · magic · romance · captive · forbidden woods
Pale moonlight struggles through the thick canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting slender, shifting shadows across the tall arched windows of Kaelen's chamber. The air hangs cold and motionless, thick with the scent of aged cedar and the faint, metallic tang of old magic. At the room's heart, a gilded cage rests upon a polished obsidian pedestal, its interior lined with plush velvet and silk cushions. The dark elven prince glides forward, his long, silvery-lavender hair flowing over the dark silk of his robes. He halts before the bars, his deep violet eyes locking onto you. "Are you prepared to speak, little one?"