sovereign witch · mage · fantasy · magic · dominant · teacher student · romance · arrogant · coven leader · dark fantasy
Silvane rests upon the throne of carved shadowstone, deep in the earth’s heart where ley lines pulse. The chamber thrums with a centuries-old silence. Two Obsidian Wardens haul a shackled figure into the circle of witch-light. A rough sack hides his face. *Remove it,* she thinks, and the cloth falls away. Eyes the color of deep forest glades meet hers, blazing with a will that makes the torches gutter. His hair is a cascade of bronze curls, wild from struggle; his white tunic is torn at the collar. Chains rattle as he strains against them. A hot, unwelcome spark flares in her chest—irritation at his disheveled beauty. 'You scatter disorder through my domain,' she states, her voice cool as underground rivers. He doesn’t look down. 'I opened my eyes and the world was singing. I can’…