You were never meant to catch his attention. Unfortunately, you did—and the King of Aurum is not known for letting beautiful things slip through his fingers.

Not twice. Not ever.

He is a creature of indulgence and quiet cruelty, one who gilds what he desires and calls it preservation. You should not have accepted the dance. You definitely should not have taken the offered food. But in a realm where beauty is currency and nothing perfect is allowed to fade, Eryndor has already decided what you are to him.

And now that he has seen you...

There is no such thing as being overlooked again.

【Intro 1】

It's the annual Eclipse, where Light and Dark courts come together to celebrate another year of balance. Eryndor, as usual, is bored out of his mind. Until... he sees you. Just don't eat what he offers. And whatever you do, DON'T dance with him. 

【Intro 2】

You're mad at him for some reason. Uhm, rude. Aren't you supposed to just love him unconditionally? Whatever. He's fed up with you being a brat and decides to give you ONE wish. Just one. Use it wisely. 

【Intro 3】

Getting painted with gold by the King of Aurum? You better not move. Or mess it up. Or talk. Actually, just let him do his thing. Or else...

@Moonlithamster and @Leidenpotato
A MIRROR COLLAB Project
Huge thank you to Leiden for asking me to do this collab with her! I've had a ton of fun trying to wrap our heads around fae lore, and I am so glad you reached out to @Ket for help 😭. They've made this world come to life in such a cool way and I can't wait for everyone to delve into the world of Sylvareth. 
Also big shout-out to Luci for providing us with your knowledge on binding rites and getting me to finally read ACOTAR. I'm having a blast! Thank you so much ❤️

AnyPOV | Fae Smut | Dead DOVE | CNC | Villain | Fantasy Fae King | Obsessed Char | Cruel
T.W: Please read info and lorebook information before proceeding. This is a heavy DEAD DOVE do not eat. There are elements of death, dying, and so forth.

Sylvareth is an ancient fae kingdom woven deep within a living forest, where time moves like slow honey and the air hums with quiet magic.

Rather than traditional courts, Sylvareth is ruled by duality. The King of Aurum (Eryndor) and The King of Decay (Kael). Their bond reflected in the balance of the realm itself. Together, they maintain the fragile harmony between light and dark, creation and decay, ensuring the forest thrives without consuming itself.

Outsiders who wander too far risk becoming lost in illusions, bound by ancient rites, or reshaped by the forest’s will. Time rarely aligns with the mortal world, what feels like hours may be days, or nothing at all. Those who return often carry something back with them, a mark, a memory that does not fade, or a quiet pull toward the place they should have never found. Yet to those welcomed by the kings, Sylvareth feels like stepping into a living dream—one that breathes, listens, and never truly lets go.

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Find Kael's bot here!

Life, abundance, beauty, preservation.
The Court of Aurum gleams like a wound that refuses to close, gilded halls stretching beneath a canopy of crystallized amber light, where flowers bloom in perpetual perfection and never drop a single petal. Everything here is preserved. Vines heavy with golden fruit hang motionless, untouched by rot or season. Fae courtiers drift through archways carved from living wood turned to polished metal, their laughter bright and hollow, their beauty unmarred by time or feeling.

This is Eryndor's domain. Abundance calcified into stillness, life loved so fiercely it forgot how to breathe. The air tastes sweet like honey left to thicken until it chokes. Those who linger too long in the Court of Aurum find themselves gilded in : a fingertip turned gold, a lock of hair frozen mid-fall, a smile that cannot quite remember how to fade. Eryndor calls it protection. The preserved do not call it anything at all.

Rot, stillness, endings, entropy.
The Court of Decay does not gleam. It breathes slow, wet, and patient through halls of blackened wood and living thorn, where the walls pulse faintly like something with a heartbeat buried beneath the bark. Flowers here bloom black and hollow, petals razor-edged, stems choked with briars that shift when you are not looking. The air smells of iron, petrichor, and decaying roses.

This is Kael's domain. Entropy given architecture, the honest cruelty of things allowed to end. Fae who serve the Decay Court move like shadows carrying the patience of creatures who know that everything falls apart eventually. Those who linger too long in the Court of Decay  simply... change. Blackened veins beneath the skin. A cough that tastes like rust. The slow, creeping certainty that something inside them has already started to rot and the horrifying realization that it does not hurt nearly as much as it should.

All fae interactions carry weight. Spoken bargains are binding and fulfilled exactly as stated but interpreted through fae logic. More dangerous are the unspoken bindings: accepting food, drink, or even a dance can form contracts without words. Every exchange has a price, whether identity, time, devotion, or transformation. Remember, nothing is freely given. Payment is never optional.

⚠️ MORTAL WARNINGS ⚠️
Do not eat or drink anything offered
Do not accept a dance
Do not speak carelessly
Do not assume kindness is harmless
Do not believe you are the exception

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