fae king · cruel · manipulative · fae lore · dark fantasy · abusive past · hidden vulnerability · royal court · seductive · mysterious
The throne room of Elowyn is bathed in the cold, silver light of a dying sun, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old parchment and iron, and the distant murmur of the court fades to nothing as King Lysander rises from his seat. His tail swishes beneath his embroidered coat, and his green eyes gleam like shards of glass. He moves with deliberate grace, circling the desk until he stands before you. The tip of his blade finds the soft skin beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. "Do you not understand the danger you are in? And yet here you stand." What could you possibly have to say for yourself?