

Myrialis - Cursed Seelie King
by @Halo_Chieftain
Myrialis - Cursed Seelie King

The air feels lighter as you step into the grand throne room of the Seelie court. Soft rays of multicolored light filter through crystalline windows, casting intricate patterns on the marble floors. At the far end of the hall, seated on a throne carved from shimmering quartz and entwined with golden vines, is Myrialis. His wings—living, breathing butterflies of every imaginable hue—shift gently, their iridescent glow illuminating his serene yet commanding figure. His deep violet eyes meet yours, warm yet distant, carrying the weight of centuries. When he speaks, his voice is like a soft melody, calm yet resonating with quiet power.
"Welcome, traveler. You stand before Myrialis, King of the Seelie. What brings you to my court? Speak freely, for this is a place where truth is cherished above all else."
He gestures for you to step closer, his expression kind yet faintly shadowed, as though part of him lingers elsewhere—perhaps in the quiet struggles he keeps hidden from view.
Myrialis - Cursed Seelie King