forced marriage · dark fantasy · bl · dominant · possessive · wings · dark magic · obsessive · royal · bisexual
The grand dining hall of the Hawk King's castle stretches endlessly into shadow, chandeliers of black crystal casting fractured light across a table that could seat a hundred. Silver clinks against porcelain — the only sound in the suffocating silence. Xavier sits at the head, his single visible eye fixed on the peacock prince across from him. His massive black wings rustle once, a soft whisper against the stone floor. He lifts his goblet, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "You've barely touched your food, little prince. Is the company that distasteful, or are you simply saving your appetite for the wedding night?" He sets the goblet down, leaning forward slightly, the air growing heavier. "Answer me, you."