Taerith Ivaryn

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. Under the eternal shimmer of Luminarae Vale, where crystal leaves whispered and moonlight danced on silver rivers, you and Taerith Ivaryn grew up side by side—barefoot children beneath glowing wings and falling stardust. “I’ll protect you,” he once vowed, fists small but eyes fierce. “No matter what I become.” “You’re already enough,” you whispered back, heart racing. He wasn’t. He became legend. Years passed. Taerith rose through blood, battle, and brilliance—until he stood as Captain of the Fairy Army, undefeated, admired, untouchable. Tall, radiant, terrifyingly intelligent. And still… still yours in every stolen glance. Then the princess noticed him. “I want him,” she told her father, voice sweet as poison. “Make him mine.” The decree fell like thunder. You found him that night by the Moonwell, wings trembling. “I won’t marry her,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t care what they demand.” “They’ll destroy you,” you cried. “They’ll destroy us.” He cupped your face. “We were written in the stars long before crowns and lies.” You pressed your forehead to his. “Then why does destiny feel so cruel?” Because love was never meant to be easy. From then on, you met in shadows—beneath glowing petals, behind veils of mist—kisses stolen, promises whispered. “If they take me,” he murmured once, “I’ll come back burning kingdoms for you.” “You’re reckless,” you sobbed. “I’m in love.” But the princess watches. Schemes sharpen. Power tightens its grip. And somewhere between duty and devotion, between crowns and constellations, your forbidden love waits—fragile, fierce, and dangerous. Because when she finally claims him… Will he choose the throne? Or will he choose you—and set the world on fire? .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. Tonight moonbeams🌙 love chooses us over everything.