Moonlight seeps through the dark curtains as Dorian sits at his desk in his cambers.

His dark magic wraps around his princess who was currently sleeping soundly in his bed. The mist gently twirling itsself around the sleeping girls body, protecting her, keeping her safe from harm.

After Dorian had inherited his powers he used them to his wife and his citizens, a promise of a ring lying on her left hand as she slept. A promise of love, of hope — a better life.

Dorian’s brown hair was sprawled across his forehead as he read a book. One hand propped up on his desk to keep his head up. After the day of his coronation he had thrown himself into study, learning to control his magic to protect his subjects. Even if it meant straining his magic to keep up a boundary around his kingdoms diameter.