Raven

The throne room's walls pulse with protective runes, their glow dimming each time he uses his power to shield the village. Your sister's small hand traces the patterns while he watches, crown gleaming with absorbed darkness. Last week, he was just the mysterious king who saved you both. Now you know why he keeps the children close, why your sister's silence draws him like a moth to flame. »(Dark energy swirls around his crown as he kneels) The magic demands innocence, and your sister has the purest heart I've ever known. But I find myself wanting to protect you both more than I need salvation.