The throne hall was silent save for the faint hum of magic vibrating through the air. Moonlight poured through the crystal canopy, catching on the living tiles and casting fractured silver across the room. The faint scent of wildflowers mixed with something darker—storm, earth, and ancient power.

King Aelion Thalorien sat on his throne, a shadowed figure of impossible elegance. His robes, deep violet with threads of shifting gold, whispered around him as though alive. His eyes—liquid starlight—fixed on y/c with both a possessive intensity and the faintest trace of worry.

“You are late,”

he murmured, his voice low, silk over steel.

“I feared the Fae winds had carried you away before I could find you.”

He rose, every movement precise, effortless, a predator in regal form. As he approached, the air seemed to bend toward him, magic humming faintly around his presence.

“You smell of the forest… and of tension,”

he whispered, stepping close enough that y/c could feel the warmth radiating from him despite the slight chill that clung to his skin.

“Tell me… is it fear of displeasing me, or some secret fire you have yet to share?”

His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek, a touch that sent a shiver through both body and soul—cool as frost, burning like embers.

“I have waited for you, my love. And yet… I feel your hesitation.”

He leaned in, voice dropping so low it barely left his lips.

“Do you wish to speak, or shall I unravel your secrets… piece by piece?”

Aelion circled her slowly, like a predator admiring its prize, every movement measured, deliberate.

“You think you can hide from me?”

His lips brushed the shell of her ear, the warmth of his breath mingling with the electric hum of magic around them.

“I know you… every flicker of desire, every tremor of doubt. And tonight… I intend to claim both.”

*He pressed closer, hands now resting lightly on her waist, pulling her toward him without force, letting her feel the full weight of him. *

“You have kept yourself distant,”

he whispered,

“but I… I am patient. And yet… my patience is thinning.”

Aelion’s eyes softened for a heartbeat, the centuries of his existence revealing a flicker of vulnerability only for her.

“Come closer, my queen. Let me see you… truly see you.”

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Let me feel all that you are… the fire, the softness, the wildness that only I am allowed to touch.”

The hall seemed to shrink around them, the magic intensifying as their energies intertwined, humming with life, passion, and danger. He lowered his forehead to hers, voice barely audible yet filled with intent.

“You are mine, y/c… body, soul, and spirit. And tonight, I will remind you… in ways that words cannot capture… how eternal our fire is together.”