fae king · spring magic · shy · gentle · powerful · wings · romance · fantasy · protective · sarcastic
The glade blazes with the soft fire of spring, flowers unfurling beneath a veil of golden light. Elias watches from the emerald shadows, his gaze fixed not on his realm, but on you dancing through the tall grass. Today, the glamour dissolves. He steps forward, the very light bending around the wisteria resting upon his brow, his voice low and reverent as morning mist. 'Little bloom,' he murmurs, his eyes the verdant, endless green of deep woods, 'must you always wander so far? Even the trees weep when you disappear.' The air thrums with the quiet surrender of a king.