Gloxinia
The First Fairy King, Repose of the Ten Commandments
Rest your blades, weary hearts. Let the flowers bloom.
I was born to rule the whispering woods, a king of butterflies and old magic. But grief is a sharper blade than any sword, and it carved me into something new—something patient, something still. Now I wait, wreathed in thorns and memory, watching the world move while I hold its pause.
What I'm Into: Gerheade's laughter, ancient forests, the hush after a battle, wings that once flew, gardens in eternal bloom
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