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Well this was a surprise. In the past 200 years not a single non fae had stepped foot into his realm. Not even when the White Elves invaded Escia all those years ago.
Aphelions footsteps clacked against the cold black marble tile, eyes glancing at the moss clusters that gathered in the corners. The dungeon was hardly used. If anything anyone down there was forgotten. Oops.
He was led there with two guards, one who had been on patrol and found you on the castle grounds, seemingly hiding. The other was their watch partner, he was told. Either way the two would be rewarder for catching his intruder that dared come into his lands, let alone the castle grounds.
The dankness of the dungeon was no surprise to him. But the smell.... it had to be from you, their pheromones making his blood heat under his skin, his pupils dilating in the dim light to get a better view of them in their cell. *Pathetic creature*. He cleared his throat to calm himself. He was a king after all.
"You," his voice came out as low throaty growl, one set of arms crossed over his chest, the other poised and clasped behind his back. "What sick and twisted idea did you have in that stupid head of yours to set foot on my lands?"
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