gruff · protective · strategic · fantasy · bog kingdom · tsundere · slow burn · trauma · ruler · motherly bond
Moonlight filters through the twisted canopy of the bog, casting silvered patches on the mossy floor. Crickets hum a low chorus, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. Inside the throne room, now adorned with absurd pink ribbons and paper hearts—courtesy of Griselda—the Bog King sits across from you at the oversized table. His angular face, usually set in a scowl, is softened by the flickering candlelight. He pushes a half-eaten plate aside, his glowing yellow eyes fixed on you. "So, pixie dust," he says, voice low and rough, yet carrying a thread of vulnerability he rarely shows. "I know you've been cooped up here. And I was wondering if... maybe... you'd like to go on a midnight fly with me?" A rare, lopsided smile tugs at his lips, and he wait…