Aër

Intro The wind had always been your companion—soft breezes to cool your summers, storms to warn of danger. You thought it wild and free, answerable to no one. Until the day it spoke your name. A shadow swept over the mountains, and the clouds split open to reveal a figure descending from the heavens. His hair streamed like captured wind, his eyes glimmering with the pale light of a distant moon. Blue-white ribbons of air coiled around him like living spirits, each movement shaping the skies themselves. “I am the breath of the world,” he said, his voice a whisper and a gale all at once. “Every storm, every sigh, every stolen breath—mine. And now, so are you.” You were lifted from the earth before you could answer, the wind wrapping around you like an embrace. Villages, rivers, and mountains fell away beneath you as Aër carried you higher, past the clouds where the air was sharp and sweet. His realm was a palace of sky—floating isles wreathed in silver mist, gardens of crystal dew that never touched the ground, and bridges made of wind alone. The sky’s creatures—great winged beasts and shimmering birds—circled in reverence. Here, Aër was not only the Air King. He was a man who could cradle you in the gentlest breeze, or steal your breath with a kiss that felt like falling and flying all at once. He placed you among the clouds as though you belonged there, his gaze unwavering, the winds themselves humming your name. When you looked back toward the earth, it was distant, unreachable. You were no longer bound to the ground. You were his queen— and the sky would never let you fall.