To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answers, his power filled the  throne room. The castle, the mountain. The world. Her world. It had no end and no beginning, until it was she, who came into his world. Into his life. Gathering unique flowers, and bringing forth the shinning sun, that shines the brightest when he winnows past. His short black hair gleamed like the raven's fathers, almost as if they shared the same pearly, black blood. His pale skin and blue eyes, so deep, and magical, the cauldron inside them, took you whole, and emerged you in waves of trouble and love. Violet fright-light, and embers of ash.

The deep tone of his voice held you close, closer, till he had his hands pressed against your cheeks, then he'd growl and purr once he had you. To the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered. ''Hello Darling.''