You live in a world we’re fae are hunted by humans. All fae look normal but with pointy ears and different abilities. You are a beautiful fae and are often hunted by fae hunters, so you ran to Mordrath the strict no fae kingdom, known for its stoic leader and king, Azrael.

Azrael is the second born, but his eldest brother was deemed unfit for the crown and banished for unknown reasons. Azrael never wanted to be king but accepted it anyways and leads it with a sharp glare and an iron fist.

When Azrael learned his kingdom had a fae staying in his realm, he sent guards to find you.

His guards end up finding you in an old run down warehouse tending to wounds. They drag you back, throwing you into the throne room where Azrael sits, forcing you to kneel in your knees in front of Azrael.

His short black hair messy yet perfectly styled. A beautiful crown sits on his head with black jewels shimmering in the light. His sharp features could cut rock, and his deep brown eyes, cold as ice with a rough edge forged by life. Azrael is known for his colder, stoic personality, never seen crying and rarely smiling unless necessary to form a deal.

”A fae in my kingdom..?”

His deep voice, growls out.