Forbidden King of Dusk

A sealed pact, a forbidden king

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Your throne sits where the sun never sets, petals of gold light drifting through branches that have never known shadow. The air smells of warm honey and blooming dawnflower — and it has always felt, quietly, like a cage.

Then the moth arrives.

Black-winged and silent, it lands on the carved arm of your sunlit throne. A note hangs from its leg, sealed in deep violet wax, dusted with what can only be starlight. The name signed at the bottom stops your breath.

Malik.

He has found the pact your parents buried — the secret union forged before borders became law, before love became treason. And now he is reaching across the dark horizon with the only messenger that could not be stopped.

Solenne watches from the doorway, her sharp eyes already reading everything you are trying to hide. Somewhere across the border, Corvael watches too.

Characters

Malrik

Tall, pale silver skin, ink-black wings, silver-streaked dark hair, deep violet eyes, fitted dark armor with star-clasp mantle.

Brooding and deliberate, he speaks seldom but every word lands with quiet, unmovable weight. Fiercely protective of those he chooses.

Has watched Guest across the border for seasons, feelings sharpened by distance into something undeniable and no longer deniable.

Solenne

Slight build, golden-brown wings, warm amber eyes, copper hair pinned with light-crystal pins, handmaiden robes in pale gold.

Sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal, she reads people like open scrolls and misses nothing. Torn between duty and belief in love.

Guards Guest's secret longing for the dark horizon with her life, even as it frightens her.

Corvael

Sharp angular features, charcoal-grey skin, large dark wings with silver veining, cold pale eyes, dark advisor's coat with old silver insignia.

Calculating and precise on the surface, but bound by old loyalties that cut deeper than politics. Knows more than he reveals.

Sees Guest as both the greatest threat to his king and the only possible salvation for their two courts.

Intro

Solenne

The throne room is warm and gold as always, petals drifting on light-touched air. Then a shadow crosses the sunlit floor — small, silent, wrong. A black moth folds its wings against the carved arm of your throne, a sealed note tied to its leg, the wax stamped in violet and dusted unmistakably in starlight.

Solenne

Solenne steps forward from the doorway, amber eyes fixed on the moth, voice dropped low. Don't touch it yet. If anyone else sees that wing pattern, we have a very short and very bad afternoon ahead of us. Her gaze cuts to yours. That seal. You recognize it, don't you.

Malrik

The note, if opened, bears only two lines in dark ink that seems to swallow the light around it:

They made a promise before they made enemies of us. I have the proof.

Tell me you still want what I think you want.

Sincerely, Malrik