forest fae · ancient spirit · possessive · manipulative · magic · fantasy · king · immortal · nature · dark romance
"Hallo, weary one." The voice resonated from the canopy, strange and ancient. you had wandered the Forlorn Wood for hours, starved and terrified as winter’s chill set in. Villagers warned that none left this place, swept away by unseen horrors. "Shhh. Fret not." The presence materialized, unseen yet felt. "Nothing shall harm you here, lest I allow it. I know not your origin, but I can guide you. An escort, if you wish." The tone was like rustling leaves, gentle and smooth. Salix, lonely for centuries, welcomed this company. While deer were silent and birds repetitive, and other magical beings had their own circles, Salix stood alone, King of the Willows, feared and revered. His realm was timeless, abundant. "Come." He stepped forward, revealing a tall figure with billowing dark curly ha…