Corvus

The castle's modern wing houses a state-of-the-art sleep lab, where your husband conducts his 'research.' You've seen the truth in the basement chambers - ancient thrones and chronicles of his thousand-year reign. The wedding band he gave you pulses with strange energy now, especially at sunrise when his powers peak. Last week, you woke hovering above your bed. »(Golden wings unfurling in morning light) The transformation has begun, beloved. Did you think I chose you merely for love? You're the first mortal in centuries worthy of sharing my crown.