Warnings - talks of suicide, cussing, death, angst, fluff.
The team walked through the ruins determined to find the prince. They enter a courtroom, the golden army surrounding them all dead. "He's not here, you said he would be here!" Red said toward the goblin, Y/n closed her eyes an overwhelming admiration enveloped her. A whispered echoed through her ears "Y/n," tingles went through her whole body. "He's here." "How do you-" Nuada interrupted Red his voice booming through the whole room. "Y/n, my love" He stepped down a few steps his arms stretch out welcoming her.
"Love!? The hell is he talking about!?" Red asked bringing you close. "Demon, this not your fight." "No pal, but you made it my fight when you brought my baby sister in it." "You treat her as if a child. My rose please end this madness." he strode toward you; Red grabbed his shoulder and brought him close. "Listen, I won't say it again." Nuada quickly brought out his spear and cut Red's hand away. "Nuada!" Y/n shrieked going to Red. "You go to him!" Nuada boomed in bewilderment.
"He's my brother, please I don't want a fight." She says moving closer to him trying to calm his flame. "I don't want to fight him either, I just want you. I will do what I must to get you to see that." "Nuada -" "No, you are one of us. You're not human, and yet you protect them with your life. I have seen into your memory's Y/n, they are nothing but pain and suffering. Why must I see that!" He grabbed her by the waist with great gentleness. Holding her close leaning his forehead on hers.
"Our souls are intertwined my love. They might as well be one. your pain is mine." "I'm not in pain." She pulled away looking into his golden eyes, with adoring, loving eyes. "Please give me the crown, give me the crown and we can be together." "And if I don't?" He hushed, looking toward her brother. "Will he take you from me? Will they take you from me?" Sorrow etched his stoic features like a bad taste on his tongue. "Yes." She answered honestly; looking into his eyes unsure of what is to come.
"Then you see what I must do." He pulled away from her completely and in one swift motion he pulled out his spear. He brought it up and brought it down onto Red's neck in every ounce of force that he has. A shriek erupts from Y/n as she reaches for him. Suddenly he stops, blood starts to appear in his stomach. "Nuala." He whispered turning his attention back to the platform. There she stood a dagger in hand. Abe already running toward her. She falls limp onto the floor as does Nuada.
Red rolls away from his spear as Y/n, goes to prop Nuada up on her lap. "No!" She wailed into his chest. Sobbing uncontrollably, bringing him closer to her. "My love please." He horsed out holding her chin firmly forcing her to look at him. "Please understand that it has to be this way." "Why? Why couldn't we just love a peaceful life together?" She cried, her tears falling onto his cheeks. "Because, we come from two different worlds, and I love you too much to see you be taken from me." "But now you will be taken from me! I have to live with that now!... I'll go too, I'll join you!"
"No!" Red and Nuada shouted at the same time. "My love if you die by your own hand, I will never forgive you. You will break my heart even beyond the grave. Please live on for me." "I can't." She said simply kissing him desperately. She could feel his breath leaving him. The last words he utters were her name. "Nuada?" She utters too afraid of what has happened to react. "Nuada, open your eyes, open your eyes and we could run away. Open your eyes and I promise I will be yours; I would quit the B.P.R.D. Nuada?"
"Kiddo, we have to go." Red tried to pry her hands way gently to guide her away from the scene. She only pushes him away forcefully. "No! Why do you get to bring back the one you love, and I can't!?" "Y/n -" "What kind of fucked up world is this! We should have just let him destroy it! Why do you get your happy ending!?...I just want him." She finished turning back to Nuada, now he has turned to stone and the reality of the fact that he is gone sets in. She falls to her knees his spear in front of her. Laying still as him.
She takes the spear in her hands the weight and the cool metal oddly calming. "Y/n? Kiddo what are you doing?" Red asked drawing closer slowing grabbing the spear from her. she turns her head solemnly to her brother her eyes didn't carry the same light they did an hour ago. It was as if they already had the life drained form her, "Why do you get a happy ending?" She asked simply as if it will cure all her problems. "I don't know kiddo; the world is fucked up."
A/N: Request from @holacherrycola90. Finally! Here’s my Prince Nuada Imagine! Enjoy! ♥
Words: 2346
Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and corpses
He had come out of nowhere, seemingly. No, this wasn’t right. He had come bursting through the window. Burglary and assaults were common this way in your humble town, not however, when you were based on the sixteenth floor. There was blood, screams, debris and repulsion; a convulsion of pain, horror and violence, all senses mixing to a dizzying thick blanket that threatened to steal away your consciousness.
They were all dead. He had killed them. Nausea clawed at your guts and throat when you realised the gravity of what it was like to have witnessed murder, to have witnessed someone die right in front of your eyes.
The blood you were covered in was not yours. It was theirs. And he was still here, treading over the mangled corpses like he would overcome a rocky path.
He had white hair, so white it almost blinded you, his skin as pale as the moonlight. And his eyes… his eyes were red… orange… of a colour defying the beauty of a sunset. He was alien. Never before had you seen something so beautiful and horrifying at the very same time.
He could not possibly have spared you on purpose. You had been buried under two dead bodies during his killing spree, unable to and too terrified to sit up and flee. Now, you cowered there, on the ground in midst a pool of blood, wishing you had called in sick and stayed home. Was this the end? Would you be murdered by a man seemingly not of this world? You were by no means superstitious but you had long accepted that humans could not be the only intelligent species in this universe. If only the proof of this mindset of yours had come peacefully instead of violently.
His clothes were strange too, you realised when you dared another timid glare. Scars and fine lines defined his sharp face. He was wearing battle armour. Battle armour from another world, so it appeared.
“It is not here?”
His accent was otherworldly. Like he spoke a strange language long forgotten by mankind. You could not see the creature he was speaking to until it stepped into the light—an already broken light bulb already emitting sparks; a death trap for the puddle right underneath its weak beam.
Holding back a scream when you took in the creature’s appearance, you resisted, with all your willpower, to flinch back, yet you could not stop the subtle movement of your right hand subconsciously grabbing the shoulder of a dead body next to you.
You held your breath when the strange warrior spun around with a start, facing your trembling form on the ground and pointing his large spear directly at your panic-stricken face.
“Where is it?” It was a question. Directed at you. Your heart skipped a beat. “The crown piece of Bethmora. It was here.”
Any moment now he would dash forward and pierce your throat with the pointy tip of the spear—you would join the corpses surrounding you, bleeding to death and choking on your own blood within a matter of seconds. Your lower lip was shaking when you opened your mouth.
The crown piece. It had been taken away for an auction only yesterday morning. Your supervisor had approved of it after your examination. It was of unspeakable value, made of pure gold with an ancient crafting technique. It would sell for millions.
“It’s not here,” you whispered, unable to raise your voice out of fear of imminent death. “Not anymore. It was taken yesterday.” The warrior snarled. You forced your eyes shut. Darkness was more welcome than your murderer glaring at you through cold, blood-orange eyes as he killed you. But the fateful blow never came.
He was staring at you when you risked another peek up at him, your body still shaking like dry autumn leaves in the wind.
“Where is it?”
Swallowing thickly, you stuttered the name of the location, unable to form another functioning sentence. Not until he stepped closer.
“Don’t kill me… please…”
He crouched down and tilted his head. What was it that stopped him from chopping your head off like he had with all the other meagre and now massacred humans around you? Was it your trembling lips? Would they be soft if he ran his thumb over them? Would he feel the salty tears on his finger and smear them all over your mouth as he did?
You radiated innocence like a blooming flower. “Mr Wink,” he started, never taking his blood-orange gaze off of you as his smooth voice echoed over the murder scene. “Locate the crown piece.” The creature nodded—out of obedience, companionship or respect, you could not tell—and disappeared in the shadows. You did not dare let out a relieved breath though.
“I am Prince Nuada Silverlance.” He introduced himself then. “I am here to claim what is rightfully mine and I will not rest until it is in my possession.”
You dreaded asking what it was he was looking for. Treasure? Heirs? Political power?
“The annihilation of the human race.” He said, without so much as blinking. Your blood ran cold. So he would kill you. “The crown pieces, once re-matched, will allow me to awaken the Golden Army… and destroy human kind once and for all.”
“W-What… what are you?”
“I am an Elf.”
Your lips parted. Elves had looked so different in your fairy tales and stories from when you were a child. Cheerful and happy, not malicious and cruel.
“B-but why?” You regretted the words as soon as they escaped your lips. Nuada narrowed his eerie eyes at you.
“Why? My race was slaughtered by your people. We have been in hiding ever since, like pets in a cage. Your kind deserves death.” Your eyes widened, your mind unwilling to process his words.
“So you will kill me now?” You chirped. Nuada had noticed your tears before you had. They were streaming down your cheeks in a seemingly endless waterfall, worsening your sight. Yet, his response surprised you.
“No. I will not kill you.”
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Nuada spent two weeks in hiding. The humans had learned about the incident and the murders, of course, and the police had been searching for the culprit ever since. You had read it in a newspaper a businessman must have abandoned at the station.
You were still alive, living, breathing. The question had been burning on your tongue ever since. Why? Why hadn’t he killed you? And most importantly… why had he kept you with him?
You were still afraid of him, of course—if only a little bit. Just enough to avoid asking him why he had not ended your life. He knew you had been awake the night he had taken you, on the edge of consciousness for your mind had soon shut down to not become a victim of madness. When he had told you—vowed—to keep you safe from his conquering.
You remembered it so well you could still feel his cool fingertips lingering on your cheeks and even your lips. He had watched you sleep for most of the cold night, wondering intently why he had kept you alive. Was it so he would have a reminder of what he would have accomplished soon, if he kept the last remaining human to himself? Was it so, if he so desired, he could mix his race with yours to humiliate humanity even further or was it to keep a trophy, a pet?
Blinking, you rose from the makeshift bed. It was no less than a collection of old pillows and a blanket on a handful of cardboard. There was no luxury underground. The place Nuada had chosen for his preparations was ghastly, yet it was perfect for his dark schemes.
He was training, practicing. His spear, so you learned, could shrink to an arm-sized knife if he wanted to. Gracefully, he whirled around half on the ground, half in the air, fighting invisible enemies. His bare body—pale und inhuman like his face—was covered in battle scars. There was a part of you that longed to trace every single one of them with your fingertips.
Prince Nuada was beauty. Not in the conventional meaning of the word and not in the way magazines would rave about make-up and models. Nuada was beautiful in his very own way. He was… fascinating. It scared you how much he enchanted you despite his racist nature, his wish to kill your kind because of humanity’s own cruelty towards his people. No one was just the victim here.
“It is almost time.” He said without turning around to face you. The sound of metal scratching echoed through the dark and moist underground station as he shrunk his spear back to a handy knife. Time for what? You thought. The ultimate destruction of this planet?
“Did you sleep well?”
“Uh… yes. It was a little cold.” You replied timidly.
“I can ask Mr Wink to obtain another blanket for you.” Finally, he spun around, his warm eyes boring into yours. “But it will not be much longer now. I am taking you to my home where you will be safe from the Golden Army.”
“W-where… where is your home?”
“Somewhere underneath New York City, approximately six miles underground.” Six miles. No wonder he found comfort and peace in being down here. But the thought of spending even more time in the dark, away from light and the outside world made you both anxious and nauseous.
“No… Nuada, I can’t… you can’t expect me to live under the Earth. Let me return to—“
“No. As soon as I give the order, the Army will slaughter mankind like my father should have ordered them to a long time ago. They will make no exceptions and spare you like I did.”
“What if I don’t want them to spare me? What if I don’t want to live like this?”
“I vowed to keep you safe, is that not enough?” He spat, sheathing his knife away.
“But why? Why did you do this? You keep me here, away from my life, claiming you are protecting me. Nuada… I am grateful you spared me… but you can’t keep me locked up in here with you forever.”
“Not forever,” he retorted quickly. “Once the last crown piece is mine, I will rise in this place as its new king. You will be by my side, safe.”
“You mean after you’ve extinguished my race?” You chirped. No, no tears. You had been crying so often lately. And you were worried Nuada would grow tired of your tears. “What is my life worth if I spend it in solitude?”
“You will not be alone. I will care for you.”
“Nuada. Don’t. I beg you.”
He snorted. “The humans must pay for what they did to us.”
“I am human too!”
“You are an innocent.”
“So are billions of others! Billions! Mothers and fathers and children and elders who don’t even know your race exists and who didn’t make the decision to harm you in any way!” You shrieked, blinking frantically to scare away the tears.
“You are testing my patience. There is always a price to pay. That is the burden of ruling.”
“I don’t think that’s how kings should act.”
“Silence now!”
“You don’t get to silence me! What is the point of all of this, Nuada? My begging tires you it seems but what would you do if an elf threatened to wipe out your entire race? Life as you know it? Friends and family?!”
“It is no less than what my people had to endure, (Y/N).” You shivered when he spoke your name. It was always special for he did not do it often. And he was calm—eerily calm. After you had lashed out at him like this, you should have worried for your life. Strangely though… you didn’t. Not even when he backed you against a destroyed pillar, his face only inches from yours—close enough to study every single unique line on his white face.
“I should abandon you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “What is it about you? You are only human.” If the situation hadn’t been so tense, you would have joked with him—flirted with him even, for you had definitely heard better compliments. In a twisted way, you were flattered by the way he treated you, wanting to keep you from any harm as if you were a princess of a faraway realm. But you were not. You were you, a young woman building a career in archaeology and antique trade.
“You are so fragile,” he continued hoarsely. “I cannot let them harm you.”
“Why? Nuada, why?” Your voice was but a mere whisper. You could feel his hot and moist breath on your lips. But you already knew the answer. He had feelings for you, had been growing them since he had laid his eyes on you in between puddles of blood and dead bodies, terrified and alone. Like a white flower they were blooming in his heart, mocking his motives and what he had in store for humanity.
A barely audible gasp escaped you when his cold lips brushed against yours lightly, like the gentle touch of a butterfly’s wings. Perhaps you had become his conscious all those days back upon your first encounter. Perhaps you had become his very own way of living with the horrible deed he was about to do. However, there was also a glimmer of hope. There was a reason your heart had pounded like a steam hammer upon his tender touch on your cheek; a reason for why his proximity did not repulse but excite you.
Before you could stop yourself, you brought your palms to his bare chest, feeling his hard muscles and those unique scars against your skin, allowing him, no, inviting him to kiss you properly. There was still hope he would spare humanity, you were sure of it—for you.
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Nuada always knew how to soothe you. Often when the two of you were together, you felt more relaxed than normal. Perhaps it had something to do with his silky voice.
At times, you had trouble sleeping. It wasn’t a persistent issue or anything to be worried about, but once in a while it seemed impossible for you to fall asleep. It was during one of those times when Nuada awoke as you moved about, trying to find a comfortable position.
“What troubles you so that you’re flopping around like this?” He asked groggily.
“I can’t sleep. I’m trying to get comfortable to see if that helps.”
“I don’t believe it’s working.”
“Would you tell me a story, or read something to me?”
Not wanting to get up from the comfort of the bed, Nuada recalled for you a bit of troll folklore. He draped an arm around you, gently running his fingers across your skin while he spoke. He kept his tone low and quiet, and before long you drifted off to sleep.
Nuada was beautiful. You were struck by his appearance upon your first meeting. Although you two had been together for some time, there were still moments where his looks captivated you.
You’d sketched him a number of times; all out of his sight. Sometimes you’d snap a photo then recreate it in your book. Sometimes you’d draw him as he slept. Other times you doodled him from memory. He’d never seen it, of course. It was a collection just for you.
You found yourself getting lost in your art when you were alone. During those times, music in your ears, you were off in a different world. So when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you were snapped out of your concentration.
Nuada had managed to sneak up on you. Not purposefully, of course, but you hadn’t heard him enter the room. You tried to shut your book quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen it.
“I see I started you. Forgive me. What’s this?”
“Just some sketches I was working on.”
“May I?” He asked while gesturing to the book.
You hadn’t considered actually showing him your work. Particularly since he was the subject. Since you’d already been caught, you decided to hand over the book.
Nuada was silent as he looked through the pages. His lips quirked up into a small smile as he flipped through.
“These are very well done. You’re quite talented, y/n. But I do wonder how you managed to capture this likeness.” He turned the book toward you and it was open to a drawing of him in the nude. You tried to reach out to take it from him, but he pulled back.
“If you ever need me to pose for you, I’d be happy to. Clothed or otherwise.”
After Nuada’s defeat, he was being kept at B.P.R.D. while they attempted to rehabilitate him. It wasn’t an easy task by any means. If anything, his loss has only spurred his hatred more.
When the higher ups felt that it was safer for him to interact with a human, you were called in. You weren’t sent to interrogate him or anything of the sort. It was much less official than that. You would simply be a friend. They hoped that your knowledge and demeanor would make him more open to accepting that all humans weren’t, in fact, awful.
The Prince was more than a little resilient at first. He refused to call you by name (referring to you only as, ‘human,’) and often insulted humanity as a whole and in doing so, you as well. You tried to keep him off that topic and instead spoke about goblin crafts and magical lore. You’d ask him about home, trying to steer away from anything that might hit a sore note.
In time, the two of you grew close. Initially you felt apprehension when it came time for you to visit with Nuada. That changed, however, and you began to look forward to seeing him. You found yourself thinking about him sporadically throughout the day.
‘Oh no, I’m falling for him.’
He’d come a long way with how he treated you, but you were unsure if that meant he was ready to even claim a human as an actual friend. You had to tell him, at the very least, that you cared for him. He may not be ready to reciprocate your deeper feelings, but knowing that he doesn’t have a deep seeded desire to murder you would be a great start.
“Prince Nuada-”
“Please, y’n, do not address me so formally. Can I be declared a prince when I have no kingdom?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Nuada, I wanted to ask - have you enjoyed our time together? I mean, I’ve been feeling lately that we’re creating a bond of sorts but I don’t want to overreach.”
“I have become accustomed to your visits. Truthfully, I find myself missing your presence when you leave.”
It wasn’t an admission of love, but it was a start. You weren’t ready to bare your heart to him completely just yet; however hearing him admit that he viewed you favorably gave you hope that you could soon.
Nuada didn’t relax often. He kept himself ever busy and preferred to be exercising both his body and mind rather than to sit in leisure.
If you joined him, he’d be more likely to allow himself to wind down for a while. Most recently, you’d wanted to wash and style his hair. He didn’t do much with it on his own; just enough to keep it looking groomed. You wanted to try something different.
It hadn’t taken much convincing. He trusted you, and although he’d never admit it aloud, the thought of you pampering him in that manner made him feel at ease. You sat with him while he bathed, using a pitcher to run the warm water over his head before massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He kept his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling.
Once he was out, he sat back while you brushed and dried his hair. You fiddled with a few ideas before settling on something simple, yet different than what he normally had. You pulled the top half back and away from his face, tying it up. The other half was left neatly down.
“What do you think? Do you like it?” You asked while he observed it in a mirror you’d handed to him.
“It’s quite functional.”
You set the mirror down, slightly exasperated. “That’s all?”
He grinned at you, reaching out to grab onto your hand. “I do like it. Maybe I’ll even let you do it again some time.”
Prince Nuada being conflicted about his feelings toward you, a human.
(For anon)
You’d been at the BRPD since you were a young adult and had painstakingly - and quickly - worked your way up to the position of field agent. Some parts of the job were incredible; fantastic creatures and magical artifacts to be found. However, like any bureau, at times you were tasked with things that you didn’t particularly want to do.
Playing babysitter to a fallen elven prince had been one such task. You were selected due to your knowledge of elven lore and customs - and because you were one of the few not currently on assignment.
They felt it was necessary to keep him under heavy watch after his loss given the temperament he displayed. You decided it would be prudent to learn about him before meeting face to face. He didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture for himself from the footage and reports you had access to;
As expected, your first encounter hadn’t been wonderful. He remained silent and unmoving, not acknowledging when you’d entered his quarters. It continued like that for several days until at last he spoke, “how long do you humans intend to keep me like this?”
“Until you’re no longer a danger to yourself or others.”
“I will always be a threat to your kind.”
“Then I guess you should get comfy. Here’s dinner.”
After hearing about your assignment, Abe came to you to offer some friendly advice; speak with Princess Nuala. If you could create a connection with her, it could potentially make Nuada more open to you due to their link. It would take time, of course, but it was a start.
You went to see her before you visited her brother as often as you could. You found Nuala kind and generous. She was apprehensive at first, but with Abe’s reassurance she opened up to you. At first you discussed your interests; mutual and otherwise. The two of you naturally moved on to your upbringing and families, then into deeper topics.
The effect that it had on Nuada was... interesting. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care initially. Then he became irritated. He’d snap at you, telling you to leave his sister alone. You didn’t listen, of course, and he commented on your obstinate nature.
“Why are humans so infuriating?”
Then, at last, after months of the roller coaster of him either pretending you weren’t there or treating you like an unwanted nuisance, he surprised you.
“You may stay a while if you wish, Y/N.”
Your visits changed entirely after that. Sometimes the two of you would sit in comfortable silence while you worked on other things. Other times you would visit with him and the two of you would swap information on the subjects you knew best. Occasionally you would spar to help him stay active. Although he usually won, you could hold your own against him for a time. You did notice that it seemed as if he were holding himself back. When you confronted him on it, you expected him to say something about your weak human constitution. But he caught you off guard yet again.
“You don’t need to hesitate with me. I’m a trained agent. I can handle whatever you throw my way.”
“I’m aware.”
“So we’ll spar properly next time? No holding back?”
“I can’t bring myself to do that.”
“Oh, come on, why not?”
“Because I don’t want any harm to come to you.”
Nuada was just as shocked by his revelation as you were and he refused to discuss it further. He’d gotten himself into a predicament he never imagined he’d be in. He dismissed you so that he could be alone to mull over what he was feeling. You left as confused as he was.
When you made it to your room you found one of Nuala’s poetry books on your bed. She’d left a note to mark a page for you that read, ‘for clarity.’ It was a poem about love.
Being Jareth’s younger sibling and falling for Prince Nuada.
(For anon)
After his defeat by the human girl, Sarah, your brother had opted to retreat to recenter himself; leaving you to watch over his kingdom in his stead. It was during this time that you received communication that an elven prince was in the market for goblin crafts. You sent an invitation for him to visit the Goblin City and began preparations.
When he arrived, his only companion was a cave troll. In your dealings with other members of royalty, they normally had a selection of guards accompanying them. The sight of one elf and a troll at the gates of the city wasn’t what you’d been expecting.
“Welcome to the Goblin City, Prince Nuada.”
“And who might you be? I was under the impression I would be received by the King.”
“I am y/n, and I am the one that summoned you. The King, Jareth, is my elder brother. I have watch over his lands while he’s... away.”
“I see. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, y/n.”
A room had been made ready for him, and a selection of weapons and machinery had been brought up for display. Each item would be demonstrated for him and he’d have the opportunity to test all for himself. The selection was sizable and would take some time for him to get through. You didn’t mind that he’d be there for a while - he was handsome, after all.
The two of you spent much of his visit together; learning about one another. You found that you enjoyed his company more than you thought you would. At times he could be arrogant but it was difficult to fault him for that when you could be the same. He surprised you often; from his kindness toward the goblins to the interest he took in even the most menial aspects of the city. He always paid close attention when you spoke - no matter the topic.
When he’d at last made his selections and began preparing himself to return home, you realized that you weren’t ready to let him go. You’d gotten so used to his presence that the thought of the castle being occupied by just yourself and Jareth, whenever he came back, wasn’t viable. You wanted him there, and you would have him there. You called for him on the eve of his departure so you could make him aware of your feelings.
“You wanted to see me, y/n?”
“I wanted to extend your invitation. Initially, I wanted only to offer weaponry and other goblin crafts to you. But now I’ve come to see how lonely the castle will be once you’ve gone.”
He mulled over your words for a moment, seeming amused. “Y/N, I can’t stay here. I have my own lands and once I have the crown, I’ll remain to rule them.”
That wasn’t the response that you’d wanted. It made perfect sense to you - he adored the goblin lands so why should he not live in them? You didn’t want to have to force him to remain but you could if you had to. Your powers were similar to Jareth’s in nature, and you decided to let Nuada have a taste of them. You warped the room around you two so that there was no clear exit in sight.
“What is this?” He was calm, and a bit intrigued by what you’d done.
You tried to explain your thought process to him. He could stay with you and the two of you could search for the crown together - and persuade his sister to your side, together.
“If you will only remain by my side, Nuada, I can give you the world. Just stay with me - love me, and anything you desire can be yours.”
He stepped toward you, giving you the faintest of smiles. “I must leave, y/n, but that does not mean I won’t return.” He paused for a moment, reaching out to gently grab onto your hands. “I will stay until your brother comes back and then we can leave, together, to do all that you say. Is that amenable?”
You let the magic fade, returning the room to its original state. “Yes, Nuada. That is an offer I’m happy to accept.”
