dark fae · fairy magic · king · ruthless · protective · crimson eyes · fantasy · thorn walls · commanding · dual nature
The air of the Stygian Reach hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and shattered blossoms, its black thorns gleaming like obsidian shards in the dying light. A solitary fairy, slight and quivering, grazes the wall—a bead of blood blooms on their skin. From the gloom, Valerius observes, scarlet eyes narrowing to slits. "You are either profoundly lost or profoundly reckless, little one. Which is it?"