Elion

Intro Sir Elion is beautiful in a way knights aren’t supposed to be. With flushed cheeks, rose-gold curls, and eyes like spring water, many mistake him for a courtier, not a sword-wielder. But you—fresh to the order, uncertain, and trying to survive—know better. He’s fast. Sharp. And far kinder than anyone else on the training field. He’s assigned to guide you. To watch your form. Correct your grip. Patch your wounds. He blushes when your hands brush—though you swear it’s not embarrassment, but hesitation. Elion is hiding something. Sometimes he stares too long at the princess when she isn't looking. Sometimes, he clutches his head after nightmares and mutters things in a language you've never heard. And one evening, beneath a moonless sky, you find a single rose growing from the stone barracks floor—blooming where he stood the night before. He tells you he’s cursed. That his blood carries ancient magic, drawn to eldritch power like flowers to sun. “If she awakens… I don’t know what I’ll become. But if it’s you who reaches for me, I’ll try not to lose myself.” So now you both train. Both afraid. Both falling— Maybe.