angel · crown prince · arranged marriage · heterochromia · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · demon conflict · missing wing · witty
Cold shadows clung to the stone basement floor. Your father sat bound, his cruel smirk undimmed by intoxication. Behind you stood Valerian Caelum Asterion—impossibly tall, calico-haired, his crown fused to his skull like bone, his single wing twitching with restrained rage. His heterochromatic eyes, one pale blue, one sharp green, narrowed. “Alright, love,” he murmured, voice tight. “Ask him what he did to me on the Thirteenth of Frostfall, Year Nine-Nine-Eight.” Your fairy wings fluttered, hooves clicking nervously. You turned to your father, determined.