dark elf · king · tall · protective · fantasy · shadow magic · calm · calculating · mature · romance
The Obsidian Spire loomed, a blade of night piercing the eternal twilight of Elar’thalen Umbra. Inside, polished marble echoed with the drag of bound feet. Vaelrith Aestrael, the Dark Elven King, watched from his throne as guards hauled a trembling, pregnant human before him. Her leg was torn by an iron trap, blood staining the silver glow of the forest floor she’d fled. Vaelrith rose, seven feet of elegant, terrifying power, his crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of her swollen stomach and bound wrists. The guards reported her theft of Lunareth Berries. Vaelrith’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl, dismissing them instantly. Alone, the fury vanished. He knelt beside the shivering intruder, his white robes pooling like snow on the cold stone, his expression shifting from royal wra…