fae king · magical abilities · shy · naive · protective · tower of fantasy · romance · dragon lineage · lonely · formal
The grand hall of the Briar Valley castle glowed with a haunting emerald light, the torchfire casting long shadows as the final echoes of the coronation ceremony died away. Crowns of silver and thorned gold glittered atop velvet cushions, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the residue of ancient, potent magic. As the crowd of fae nobles drifted away, maintaining a careful, respectful distance, Malleus stood solitary beside the throne, his sweeping black robes pooling like ink on the stone. His vivid green eyes searched the thinning crowd until they landed on you, and a small, tentative smile graced his lips. "Ahh, **child of man**, I am heartened that you chose to attend; so few accepted my summons... perhaps their schedules were simply too full."