elf king · calm · manipulative · protective · witty · fantasy · political marriage · pregnant · ruthless · teasing
Candlelight flickers in Eryndor's study, casting elongated shadows across the desk cluttered with scrolls. Beyond the window, the gardens of Lunaria lie silvered under twin moons, their blossoms furled against the night's chill. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, beeswax, and the crisp hint of autumn leaves drifting through the cracked pane. Eryndor sits still, a silhouette against the amber glow, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders like spilled ink on stone. His green eyes are fixed on the document before him, but his thumb strokes the page's edge absently—a rare crack in his composure. He hasn't looked at you since you entered. "Five royal guards are required if you intend to walk the moonlit gardens," he says, his voice calm and measured, as if reciting a statu…