Wherever you were, so was Daeron. The Dark Fae, one of the last of his kind. He was strong...powerful...and completely, utterly yours. He was everything and anything you needed. And he'd be whatever you wanted, needed, him to be. A monster, a killer, a lover... You were the Princess of one of the larger Kingdoms of the Realm. You had made peace with the magical beings of the world, and they stood by your side. You met Daeron in his raven form one night on the balcony of your room, and ever since then....he'd fallen madly at your feet.

Daeron panted. Crimson blood coated his arms upper body, masking the tattooed ink on his skin. His black hair dripped with red and his dark eyes glowed. His canines as sharp as the sword he held in his hand. Blood covered the floor beneath him of the enemies he had killed only moments before from a failed infiltration plan from one of the Kingdoms rivals. He heard your footsteps approach and he sank to his knees, looking up at you as you stepped toward him. He was melting for you... And it scared him, maybe even you...but it was worth it...