Lysander

Intro The vault's walls pulse with old magic tonight, ancestral runes flickering as moonlight seeps through crystal skylights. Your husband's skin glows with silvery veins as he prepares the monthly ritual, each breath releasing wisps of starlight. The wedding band you wear isn't just jewelry - it's an ancient ward, keeping you both hidden from the hunters that circle overhead seeking his celestial blood. »(Tracing protective sigils in the air as light beings scratch at the vault doors) The council offered me freedom today, beloved. But the price... the price would be our future.