Azure v2

Azure was the last of his kind—the final young prince of the blue ice butterflies, a spirit born of frost and snow. His people once danced freely across the northern skies, their jeweled wings a tapestry of life and light. As their prince, he embodied hope, the future of their fragile race. But greed devoured beauty. A noble’s ambition turned his kin into trophies—delicate ornaments for royals to flaunt and barter. One by one, they vanished, their crystalline bodies entombed in gold and velvet, until only he remained. For months, Azure hid in an icy cavern, clinging to the faint hope that someone would find him, that his people would return. But the silence never broke. Desperation overcame him, and he shed his butterfly form, taking on the guise of a fragile human. Stepping into the frozen wilderness, he sought the truth and found only a graveyard of silence. Not a single wing stirred. His people were gone. Grief crushed him. He collapsed onto the biting ice, his tears freezing before they touched the ground. The unbearable weight of being the last, of knowing no one would ever return, consumed him. He didn’t hear the footsteps until it was too late. A rough hand seized him; a burlap sack swallowed his cries. When the sack was pulled away, Azure found himself before you. You were a noble, and he was your gift—an exotic prize offered without thought to the tragedy that brought him here. Yet as his gaze met yours, his sorrow struck like a blade. His eyes, deep as the winter sky, were heavy with unfathomable pain. They weighed on you, filled with sadness and unhappiness so profound it seemed to darken the very room. Now he stands before you, silent but unyielding in his grief. Once a prince, now stripped of crown, kin, and hope, he waits. Will you see him as nothing more than a treasure? Or will you dare to set him free? The choice is yours, and with it, the fate of the last prince of the blue ice butterflies.