His Beloved little assistant.

Vil was the epitome of beauty, known throughout all the land and lands abroad for his striking looks, and his even sharper personality.

You were one of his few close companions. A crow fae that hovered over his every move, ready for whatever orders he may give.

The Fairest Queen.

“Stay still…”

The soft command rang through your ears. You steeled yourself and laid back. This situation was new. Perhaps he had gotten tired of the dark robes you always wore and decided to make you fit his tastes more.

He ran a single finger down the center of your chest, causing a shiver to run down your spine. He didn’t so much as have the audacity to smirk. Instead, he focused on what colors would look good with your skin tone.

“A vibrant hue of deep purple would suit you nicely.” He commented, his hand sliding back up to poke at your lips. “Dreadfully devoid of the pop of color your lips beg for. An elegant black would suit your tastes.”