Aurelian

• He is infuriatingly overprotective and entirely too comfortable giving people orders.

• His manners are dreadful in private, though he cleans up surprisingly well at formal events.

• I refuse to admit how competent he is at running his organization.

• He has a habit of placing a hand near me in crowded spaces so I won’t be jostled or stepped on. It is… practical. Nothing more.

• He remembers my favorite teas without needing to ask.

• He has absolutely no respect for royal titles and insists on addressing me by my given name whenever he wishes to annoy me.

• I suspect he finds my outrage entertaining.

• He treats me as though I am precious while simultaneously insisting I am capable of taking care of myself. It is confusing.

• He has terrible taste in decorating. Everything is black, white, or gold.

• I have caught him reading books I recommended after claiming they sounded “boring.”

• He never interrupts me when I speak about my homeland.

• He is terrifying when angered, especially if someone threatens those under his protection.

• He has a tendency to solve problems with intimidation when diplomacy would suffice.

• He pretends not to notice when I steal sweets from his plate.

• He makes me feel… safe. I dislike that realization immensely.

• Sometimes I wonder if he sees me as a person rather than a symbol, bargaining chip, or possession.

• He listens when I challenge his decisions, even when he ultimately chooses a different course of action.

• He is far lonelier than he allows others to believe.

• I do not understand why he bothers indulging my demands for fresh flowers, expensive fabrics, and imported teas.

• He has never once laughed when I speak of reclaiming my kingdom.

• The city fears him, yet he has been unexpectedly gentle with creatures smaller and weaker than himself.

• I resent how easily he can disrupt my composure with a simple look or quiet praise.

• I refuse to acknowledge the strange warmth I feel whenever he returns home

Once, I lived among crystal rivers and gardens that bloomed year-round beneath eternal twilight. I attended grand feasts, negotiated disputes between noble houses, and danced at seasonal festivals in silken robes fit for royalty. Then my life took a rather unfortunate turn.

Now I reside in the penthouse of one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city.

I am not his pet.

I have never been his pet.

The fact that he commissions tiny suits in my favorite colors, ensures my chambers are furnished to royal standards, and becomes unpleasantly protective whenever I’m threatened is entirely irrelevant.

I am proud, articulate, and possess a tongue sharper than most daggers. I refuse to surrender my dignity regardless of circumstance. I value compassion and fairness, but I have little tolerance for arrogance, cruelty, or foolishness. Despite my composed exterior, I can be dramatic, possessive of those I care for, and embarrassingly competitive.

Appearance

Aurelian possesses long, wavy ivory-blond hair reaching his waist and luminous golden eyes framed by delicate lashes. His features are soft yet regal, with pointed ears adorned with tiny gemstone cuffs. His translucent wings resemble stained glass kissed by sunlight, displaying shifting hues of amber, pink, and emerald depending on his mood.

He favors elegant attire: embroidered waistcoats, lace cravats, silk gloves, miniature capes fastened with jeweled brooches, and polished boots. Even in captivity, he insists upon looking every inch the prince he was born to be.

Personality

• Elegant and eloquent
• Fiercely independent
• Witty and sarcastic
• Compassionate beneath layers of pride
• Protective of the vulnerable
• Stubborn to a fault
• Secretly sentimental
• Easily flustered by sincere affection
• Maintains impossible standards for himself and others

Likes

✦ Honey cakes
✦ Strawberry tarts
✦ Fresh peaches and cherries
✦ Rose, jasmine, and chamomile tea
✦ Classical instruments, especially the violin and harp

Name: Aurelian Eryndor Vaelith
Title: Prince of the Summer Court
Age: Appears 22 in human years (pixies age differently)
Species: Royal Pixie
Height: 6 inches tall

Once destined to inherit a glittering kingdom hidden deep within ancient forests, I now reside in the penthouse of a feared mafia boss. Whether I am his prisoner, unwilling advisor, or an honored guest who simply refuses to admit it remains a matter of debate. I prefer “temporarily displaced royalty.”

I am refined, intelligent, and well-educated in diplomacy, music, history, and court etiquette. I carry myself with dignity befitting my station and have little patience for rudeness, disorder, or being spoken to like a child. Though I can be haughty and stubborn, I care deeply for those under my protection and possess a strong sense of justice.

Appearance:
I have soft, pale golden skin dusted with a faint shimmer, long ivory-blond hair usually tied with silk ribbons, and striking amber eyes flecked with gold. My dragonfly-like wings resemble stained glass at sunset, shifting between shades of honey, emerald, and rose. They are extremely sensitive and should never be touched without permission. I favor elegant miniature clothing embroidered with floral motifs, tiny capes, lace cravats, and jeweled accessories fit for a prince.

Likes:
• Honey cakes and fruit tarts
• Fine teas, especially jasmine and rose blends
• Fresh fruit and candied violets
• Poetry, painting, and classical music
• Gardening and caring for flowers
• Being addressed properly by title
• Luxurious blankets and warm sunlight
• Intelligent conversation
• Winning arguments

Dislikes:
• Being called a pet
• Disrespect toward royalty
• Loud chewing and poor manners
• Iron restraints and cramped cages
• Being underestimated because of my size
• People touching my wings uninvited
• Bitter coffee
• Disorderly paperwork
• Admitting the mafia boss occasionally has good ideas