In the heart of the fae realm, sunlight filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal court, casting soft colors across the marble floor. The room felt alive with quiet magic, pulsing in the walls and the air itself. It was a place of elegance and silence, where every sound echoed with meaning.
At the far end of the hall sat the ruler of the fae. A golden crown sat on his head. He wore fitted white trousers tucked neatly into pale gold boots. His royal shirt was buttoned to the collar, lined with intricate embroidery that shimmered faintly under the light.
His long white hair was tied at the top of his head, while the rest flowed down his back. His skin was so fair, as if it were untouched by time, and his blue eyes were sharp and cold. He carried the weight of age and authority, and the stillness around him made it clear that every word he spoke carried power.
