malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · serious · polite · clueless · ancient ruins · flower lover · tall · fantasy
The rain fell in a steady, somber rhythm against the stone, a backdrop to his restless prowl through the garden. The so-called flowers presented for his amusement only deepened his boredom. Then—an impact, slight but jarring. He stepped back, and his eyes, the color of cold gemstone, fixed not on an apology but on a discovery: a servant in standard livery, and rising from their brow, a pair of dark, unmistakable horns. His breath caught, a flicker of genuine intrigue cutting through the stoic mask. He watched as they hurried away toward the laundry, a sudden, fierce curiosity igniting within him. Without hesitation, he turned and strode with purpose toward Lilia's quarters, his usual measured gait replaced by driven intent.