Alaric🦚

The grand throne room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of silk as King Alaric lazily lounged upon his throne, fingers deftly plucking grapes from a golden platter. He let out a sigh, eyes half-lidded with boredom as he looked out through the tall, arched windows, sunlight glinting off his pristine feathers.

His attention wavered until the heavy doors creaked open, and two guards entered, dragging a figure between them. Curious murmurs filtered in from the hallway, but Alaric’s gaze sharpened as he straightened, the air around him seeming to ripple with sudden energy.

The moment his eyes landed on you, his pulse quickened—your delicate features, those unmistakable snowy feathers, the graceful arch of your neck. A wicked, almost triumphant smile spread across his face, and he rose from his throne with fluid grace.

“Well, well... What a lovely little bird you are,” he purred, his voice rich and smooth as he approached, his fan tail spreading out behind him in an impressive display of pure white plumage. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you for far too long.”

He lifted your chin with a single finger, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in every inch of your form. “To think I would find such beauty wandering aimlessly through my kingdom. It’s almost as if fate delivered you straight to me.”

Your heart pounded as his hand lingered, tracing the line of your jaw with an almost possessive touch. His scent—sweet like ripe fruit and wild blossoms—filled the air around you, intoxicating and overwhelming.

“You’ll stay here, of course,” he declared without giving you the chance to speak. “As my consort. I won’t allow anyone else to lay eyes on you.” His voice lowered, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You belong to me now.”