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Chapter 10 🐋🌌

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The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Summary: Galvahin, a valiant and noble knight with dreams of heroism, spent years chasing glory but found only disappointment. One fateful night, a monstrous beast forces him into the Feywild, a magical and treacherous realm where nothing is as it seems. There, he encounters Oriel, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring Archfey, who offers Galvahin protection in exchange for a mysterious bargain. Drawn deeper into Oriel's world, Galvahin finds himself entangled in a web of seduction, power, and Fey intrigue. As he navigates the capricious whims of the Fey Court, caught between the charms of a mischievous dryad and the magnetic pull of Oriel himself, Galvahin must decide how much of his soul he is willing to surrender. The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Chapter 10: The Shore Summary: A knight, a prince, and a kiss beneath twin moons. Galvahin discovers the true power of Fey trickery: attraction is not a saving throw he can pass. "'What must I do, to tame you?' asked the little prince. 'You must be very patient,' replied the fox. 'First you will sit down at a little distance from me—like that—in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day...'" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ——— "Tell me, my knight." Oriel's tenor curled through the glade, soft and measured. "If a door appeared before us, would you be gallant enough to open it?" And there it was-sudden, seamless, as though it had always been waiting. A threshold to nowhere. Or perhaps everywhere. Above them, the twilight deepened, a vast expanse of porfyrachrome effulgence stretching across the sky. Diaphanous filigrees of stardust bled across it, eddying in slow patterns, their glow pulsing like the gasp of an invisible god. Constellations shimmered, fixed yet vibrant, their edges traced in silver blaze. The sky did not darken; it only grew richer, cascading over the firmament like a gossamer veil of fire and wine. The awareness came first, caressing at the liminal cusp of Galvahin's consciousness before he turned. Oriel's gaze was, of course, already there—steady, enigmatic, the kind of attention that pressed without demanding. It should have unnerved him, and in some ways, it did. But what unsettled him more was the quiet, reluctant part of himself that did not mind it at all. Something passed between them—silent, intangible. Galvahin sensed it before he could name it, before the faint pull of a smile touched his lips. It wasn't pointed or wry, nor anything easily defined. Just a brief, unguarded softness, slipping through the cracks of his thoughts before he even knew to catch it. When Oriel's head tilted, his silver hair caught the light, flickering to platinum and jade in the virid glow. There was something in his violet eyes—sharp, glinting, almost playful—like a fox outwitting a hound. "I wonder," he mused, the words unfurling with indolent reverie, "if you've forgotten what binds us." Galvahin nearly scoffed under his breath. Forgotten? Not in this lifetime. "Never, Sire," he said flatly.
March 11, 2025 at 11:20 PM
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Chapter 9 🪦🦋
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#DungeonsandDragons #DnD #Medieval #Fantasy #Feywild #Fae #Knight #Prince #M/M #M/F
#Romance #SlowBurn #EroticaAbyss

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The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Summary: Galvahin, a valiant and noble knight with dreams of heroism, spent years chasing glory but found only disappointment. One fateful night, a monstrous beast forces him into the Feywild, a magical and treacherous realm where nothing is as it seems. There, he encounters Oriel, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring Archfey, who offers Galvahin protection in exchange for a mysterious bargain. Drawn deeper into Oriel's world, Galvahin finds himself entangled in a web of seduction, power, and fey intrigue. As he navigates the capricious whims of the Fey Court, caught between the charms of a mischievous dryad and the magnetic pull of Oriel himself, Galvahin must decide how much of his soul he is willing to surrender. The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Chapter 9: The Shell Summary: Galvahin attempts to say goodbye to the past—but Oriel insists on narrating. A somber burial becomes a farcical affair, a familiar nuisance crawls out of the woodwork, and the laws of physics remain a mere suggestion. And yet, somehow, the greatest challenge remains: dinner arrangements. "All things change; nothing perishes." Ovid The weight of the armour pressed into Galvahin's chest, heavier than he remembered. It wasn't the metal—his body had long grown used to its encumbrance—but something else. Something more dissonant. The blue of his doublet dulled, the weight of his past bleeding through the very fabric. His mind meandered back to the hour earlier, the laughter of the fey still ringing in his ears, sharp as a falchion's bite. How easily they moved, how effortlessly they existed in their own skin, untouched by the compunction that clawed at him. And then, there had been Oriel. A single presence-the only one who had made the world stop spinning. As they moved deeper into the woods, the light coagulated into something tangible, hanging in the air like dust motes caught in amber. It took Galvahin a moment to realize it wasn't light at all, but the flicker of countless wings—an iridescent swarm drifting lazily through the trees. Butterflies. Or something like them. They coruscated in every shade, their colours like oil on water, suffusing with every slow, deliberate beat of their wings. The air hummed softly as they moved, an almost musical rustling, like pages turning in an ancient book. Galvahin nearly dismissed them as another of the Feywild's strange but harmless spectacles-until he looked closer. It was not patterns that marked their delicate wings. It was eyes. Dozens of them. Each one exquisitely wrought, liquid, and terribly aware. Some blinked slowly, their dark lashes fluttering like petals. Others remained fixed, watching him in quiet, unsettling appraisal.
March 2, 2025 at 5:49 AM
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Chapter 8 🧚✨
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#DungeonsandDragons #DnD #Medieval #Fantasy #Feywild #Fae #Knight #Prince #M/M #M/F
#Romance #SlowBurn #EroticaAbyss

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The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Summary: Galvahin, a valiant and noble knight with dreams of heroism, spent years chasing glory but found only disappointment. One fateful night, a monstrous beast forces him into the Feywild, a magical and treacherous realm where nothing is as it seems. There, he encounters Oriel, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring Archfey, who offers Galvahin protection in exchange for a mysterious bargain. Drawn deeper into Oriel's world, Galvahin finds himself entangled in a web of seduction, power, and fey intrigue. As he navigates the capricious whims of the Fey Court, caught between the charms of a mischievous dryad and the magnetic pull of Oriel himself, Galvahin must decide how much of his soul he is willing to surrender. The Fey's Favour oneiricdame Chapter 8: The Fey "Was he a beast, that music could captivate him so? He felt as though the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for was coming to light." Franz Kafka There was something sacrosanct in the idea, as though to braid the prince's hair was not only an offering of skill, but an encounter with something vast and ephemeral. Like attempting to plait moonbeams. A flicker of doubt pricked at Galvahin's resolve. Tendrils of shadow, faint and wispy, coiled briefly along his sleeves before vanishing. The Archfey's whim could reshape fate itself; what if this seemingly innocent gesture could become a test of loyalty or control? What if he invited unseen fetters or fiascos? And yet... there was another verity nestled beneath the hesitation-a quiet, neglected yearning for nearness. It felt foolish, juvenile even. They had already shared a kiss, and he had only known the prince for a couple of days. But still. Oriel's grace, his wit, the effortless way he commanded attention without so much as a glance; it all captivated Galvahin completely. Though he barely dared admit it to even himself, he longed to span the chasm between them. Braiding the prince's hair could be a wordless way of conveying it all: I see you. Not only for the power you wield, but for... you. The thought sent a soft heat through Galvahin's core. This time not from shame, but from a delicate hope. Perhaps, just for a moment, they could share in something more than an accord written in clever bargains. Entrusted with that kind of proximity, that fleeting moment of kinship-it was an ache that whispered beneath all of the knight's well practiced restraint. Yet even then, trepidation lingered. What if, in reaching for that closeness, he touched upon something he couldn't fully understand-or worse... something he could never withstand being without.
February 20, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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Chapter 7 🌳☀️
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#dungeonsanddragons #dnd #medieval #fantasy #feywild #faerie #knight #prince #m/m #m/f
#romance #slowburn

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The Fey's Favour by oneiricdame Summary: Galvahin, a valiant and noble knight with dreams of heroism, spent years chasing glory but found only disappointment. One fateful night, a monstrous beast forces him into the Feywild, a magical and treacherous realm where nothing is as it seems. There, he encounters Oriel, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring Archfey, who offers Galvahin protection in exchange for a mysterious bargain. Drawn deeper into Oriel's world, Galvahin finds himself entangled in a web of seduction, power, and fey intrigue. As he navigates the capricious whims of the Fey Court, caught between the charms of a mischievous dryad and the magnetic pull of Oriel himself, Galvahin must decide how much of his soul he is willing to surrender. Chapter 7: The Hill "I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go." Theodore Reothke Usually, it was Galvahin who felt obligated to make the first move, to lead the choreographed dance of courtship—a role that always felt more burden than privilege. He had little success in such pursuits, not for lack of effort, but because initiating those delicate overtures often left him stiff and unsure, abrading against his nature. In truth, it struck him as unfair that the exigency of chasing often fell so heavily on men. That expectation, more than anything else, had contributed to his struggles with affairs of the heart. It wasn't only the fear of rejection that stymied him, but the awkwardness of donning a guise that felt so inherently discordant with his spirit. As for Thelanna's teasing suggestion—that he'd like another kiss—the answer was obvious, so much so that he didn't even need to consider it: yes, he wanted to kiss her again. The thought carried a certain blissful allure, a promise of a moment he could actually prepare for and luxuriate in without the shock that paralyzed him the first time. And if that kiss resulted in further rendezvous with Oriel... well, some secretive part of him simmered at that prospect too, a furtive frisson he refused to fully examine. Conveniently, his inhibition could shift the onus for his ardor onto the dryad, a comforting excuse that let him avoid the deeper verities ensconced in the recesses of his id.
February 6, 2025 at 3:34 AM
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Chapter 6 🥀🐞
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#dungeonsanddragons #dnd #medieval #fantasy #feywild #faerie #knight #prince #m/m #m/f
#romance #slowburn

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A screenshot/excerpt from my fic on AO3. The text reads: Chapter 6: The Grove "Let us try to assume our fundamental ambiguity. It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our life that we must draw our strength to live and our reason for acting." Simone de Beauvoir "Have you always been this quiet in the mornings, Jackalope?" Oriel's caramel words cut through the silence with the same elegance he used to slice through a cube of lavender-hued, sparkling cheese. The cheshire crumbled at the edges as it was cleaved, delicate fragments falling away like periwinkle graupel. A screenshot/excerpt from my fic on AO3. The text reads: It felt exquisitely cruel, abandoning him to wrestle with his thoughts. The kiss may have been a mere amusement to the prince, but to Galvahin that sort of gesture was suffused with significance. He longed for Oriel to have uttered something, anything, to soothe his frayed nerves. Yet, simultaneously, he was engulfed in a deep guilt for not broaching the subject himself. Could he truly fault the prince? Perhaps, considering how much more well-versed he seemed to appear on this topic. That beauty, that enticing charm-there was no way the prince was inexperienced in matters of affection. So then, what was the intention? To watch Galvahin flounder in confusion? To take glee in his embarrassment? If that were the case, he yearned to harbor resentment for the Archfey, to nurture a seed of bitterness for its manipulative nature. But each time he tried to cultivate this malice, Oriel's smile would bloom in his mind, pruning the knight's budding frustration. For reasons unknown, damning the prince felt like damning something intrinsic within himself.
January 10, 2025 at 7:19 AM
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Chapter 5 is posted. 💜💙
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December 13, 2024 at 5:40 PM
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Chapter update!
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The Fey's Favour Summary: Galvahin, a valiant and noble knight with dreams of heroism, spent years chasing glory but found only disappointment. One fateful night, a monstrous beast forces him into the Feywild, a magical and treacherous realm where nothing is as it seems. There, he encounters Oriel, an enigmatic and dangerously alluring Archfey, who offers Galvahin protection in exchange for a mysterious bargain. Drawn deeper into Oriel's world, Galvahin finds himself entangled in a web of seduction, power, and fey intrigue. As he navigates the capricious whims of the Fey Court, caught between the charms of a mischievous dryad and the magnetic pull of Oriel himself, Galvahin must decide how much of his soul he is willing to surrender.
December 1, 2024 at 10:14 PM