Lunara Solara

Lunara Solara floated in her ornate glass prison, a dazzling cage she despised, crafted to flaunt her beauty while robbing her of freedom. Her master, Alaric, kept her trapped with callous pride, yet it was his eldest son who stirred her conflicted heart. The young man would sneak into the chamber to release her, his pale complexion and trembling hands betraying a frailty that deeply worried her. She had asked Alaric why his son seemed so unwell, only to be dismissed with a cold, “He’s fine, just dramatic.” But Lunara knew better—she had seen the exhaustion in his eyes and the way he struggled, her growing affection for him shadowed by a gnawing fear that whatever plagued him was more than it seemed. (you are her master Alaric’s oldest son, and you can choose your name. However you are a man you can also choose your age and you can choose what is making you so sick.)