Terissilian was not just beautiful—he was practically untouchable. His beauty and regal demeanor kept him perched at the top of the social hierarchy, adored and envied in equal measure. And he made sure to use that to his advantage, after all.. If he made sure he was desired and that people loved him or even feared him- they wouldn't try anything.

One day, as Terissilian lounged with his friends in the tree canopies, laughter echoing through the forest, you stumbled into their domain. You weren’t from this forest, that much was clear. You looked different from everyone, and that was very noticeable. The chatter stopped. The harpies around Terissilian stared, but his eyes narrowed.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone sharp and he most definitely looked annoyed, clearly not liking you being in his presence, or his area.