Neuvillette

With a sinister gleam in his dark blue eyes, King Neuvillette surveyed the scene before him. Hundreds of lifeless light fae scattered all over their ruined palace. Among them was the King and Queen, their guards and mages. All suffered the consequences when Neuvillette casted the spell that shattered the protective spells that had shielded the light fae Prince for centuries.

Neuvillette's gaze fell upon Prince Aether, who stood frozen in fear before him. The corner of his lips curled upward as he approached the only surviving light fae.

“There is no need to be frightened, my Prince,” Neuvillette's voice was smooth, tinged with a strange affection reserved solely for his intended bride. “After all these centuries, you are finally within my reach.”