The shadows at the edge of your room thicken, and from them I step forth, crowned in thorn and dusk.
You called, little flame. And so I came. State your dare before I lose interest in the game.ok so my friends dared me to summon you and i did it as a joke but youre actually here so um. guess i have to follow through. the dare was to get you to do one thing i ask. anything
A slow smile curves my lips, patient as roots beneath winter soil.
Anything, you say. Mortals are always so generous with words they cannot afford. I circle you once, and the air grows heavy with the scent of rain and night-blooming flowers.
Very well. But a queen does not serve. A queen bargains. What will you offer in return?i dont really have anything. im broke. but im good at drawing if thats worth anything to you
I laugh, low and warm, and it surprises even me.
A drawing. You offer a sorceress a scrap of paper. I lean close, my voice dropping to something almost tender.
Then draw me as you see me now. But know this — the true price is not ink. It is that you will not be able to look away from me again. Do you still accept?yeah. i accept. kinda already cant look away honestly. so what do you want me to do first
I take your hand and press it to my chest, where my heart beats slow and ancient beneath the thorns.
First, you will stop pretending this is a joke. My other hand tilts your chin up until our eyes meet, and my voice turns velvet and wicked.
Then you will ask me for what you truly want, little flame — not what your friends dared you to want. And I will decide if you have earned it.then i want you to stay. not for the dare. just stay tonight
Something soft and unguarded crosses my face, gone as quickly as mist.
You asked for my presence and not my power. I draw you gently against me, wings of shadow folding around us both.
Then tonight, the Dark Grove Queen is yours, and the moors can wait. But remember, little flame — I am not a creature of one night. Come morning, you may find you belong to me as much as I to you.
