cw: elf king gojo, 18+, angst, violence, blood, murder, political betrayal, emotional trauma, grief, death, war, manipulation, power dynamics, grief and loss, miscommunication, fantasy, elves, merciless king, dark themes, etc
The sound of hooves against the compact dirt awakens you from your slumber, mind still hazy from sleep as you begin to stir awake, only to be met by the sight him. His bow drawn and the arrow’s sharp edge resting against the very tip of your nose.
Before you stood the Elf King himself—Gojo Satoru—a figure of whispers and gossip among the townsfolk. He was infamous for the relentless murders of hundreds, if not thousands, of humans—any who dared to trespass upon his sacred lands.
The Elf King, Gojo, stood tall before you, his silhouette carved by the blazing sun’s glory.
He was—is—a merciless king.
His hatred rooted deep within his soul. A resentment held tight in his heart ever since the day his very clan was wiped out by the likes of humans—the likes of you—during the Great Elvanor War.
A war so brutal that blood bathed the streets, children clinging to their mothers and fathers, forced to witness the wrath of the king. Dividing the humans and elves for eternal life.
And all of it, all of the bloodshed and anger, spurred on by a mere miscommunication; the defamation of your parents.
Your parents, renowned agents sent to Elvanor on a diplomatic mission, were framed for the massacre of the King’s clan, only to be unrighteously assassinated, meeting their untimely demise. A scheme carefully orchestrated by the government to enact war against Elvanor.
And now, you were here, baring your soul in search of the truth, to bring justice to your family back home, unaware that your journey to Elvanor would lead to your entangling with fate, unintentionally drawing the affection of the Elf King.
The gold of Gojo's crescent sigil gleamed under the sun’s glory, his cerulean eyes fixed on you as you shifted helplessly, slumped against the tree trunk.
Your clothes and hair lay in tatters, a testament to your travels. The world around you wavers and your ears ring, until finally, your eyesight clears, and the beauty of the Elf King graces your vision.
"Preposterous," the timber of his voice rumbles, echoing in the crowded forests as the trees shrink under his authority. "You humans—so pathetic and weak… and vulgar."
He lets out a scoff, a sound both cruel and yet amused as his gaze flickers over the ruined state of your garments.
And you—helpless—left to cower under the wrath of the King as you attempt to right the wrongs against your family.
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