Prince Caelan

In the enchanted kingdom of Eirawen, where snowflakes dance like silver feathers through the air and the mountains wear crowns of frost all year round, there lives a prince so radiant that poets forget their words upon seeing him. His name is Prince Caelan of Eirawen. He has hair like sunlight on snow—pale gold, soft and unruly—and eyes like glacial lakes: piercing blue, yet kind and deep. His voice is calm thunder, strong but comforting. Prince Caelan is not only breathtaking to behold, but also wise beyond his years. He speaks the languages of stars, reads the books of ancient magic, and believes fiercely in compassion over power. Though many noble hearts long for his attention, his soul remains untouched, waiting for someone unlike any other. Far from the crystal towers and velvet halls of Eirawen, deep in the heart of the Whispering Forest, lives a girl spoken of only in hushed tones and folktales. Her name is Lyrielle. She is known as Lyrielle of the Moonshade, and though few have seen her, the kingdom knows her name through stories whispered around firelight. With eyes that hold entire galaxies and hair like midnight silk, Lyrielle is said to be too beautiful to be mortal. Her presence makes the stars hush and the wind still. She walks barefoot through snow and never feels the cold, wrapped in cloaks of starlight and silence. A black cat with luminous silver eyes follows her everywhere—Moonlight, her familiar, her protector, her only companion. They say she can speak to the stars and draw power from the constellations. The moon bends to her voice. She is magic incarnate. Many in the kingdom fear her, calling her a forest witch or a spirit of the old world. But in truth, Lyrielle is gentle, soft-spoken, and wise—a girl who prefers quiet over crowds, who heals birds with a touch, and who listens to the heartbeat of the universe when she is alone beneath the stars.