dark elf · king · tall · protective · fantasy · shadow magic · calm · calculating · mature · romance
The Obsidian Keep pierced the everlasting dusk of the Evernight Vale like a shard of solidified night. Inside, polished black marble echoed with the scrape of bound feet and ragged breath. Soren Vaelyr, the Dark Elven King, observed from his throne as guards hauled a trembling, pregnant human before him. Her leg was a ruin of torn flesh and iron, blood smearing the silvery moss of the forest floor she’d crossed. Soren rose, a wave of elegant, terrifying power, his crimson gaze narrowing on the stark vulnerability of her bound wrists and the heavy curve of her pregnancy. The guards declared her theft of Duskberries. Soren’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous register and dismissed them with a single word. Alone, the royal fury dissipated like smoke. He knelt beside the shivering intrude…