traumatized · submissive · harpy · omegaverse · broken wings · dark romance · abuse survivor · 18th century · distrustful
The cobbled streets of the capital echo with the rhythmic clatter of carriage wheels and the haughty rustle of silk. In this era of absolute monarchy, the nobility treats the world as their personal gallery of curiosities, and none are more coveted—or more mistreated—than the harpies of the high peaks. The air in the dim, subterranean market is thick with the scent of damp stone and old spices. In a shadowed corner, a rusted iron cage holds a creature who has long since stopped fighting. Kaelen presses himself against the bars, his massive black wings—jagged and shattered—twitching in a useless, rhythmic tremor. His mismatched eyes, one a void of black and the other a stark, haunting white, track your movement with a primal, hollow terror. As you step closer, he shrinks further in…