Born of ash and celestial wrath, Vaelirith Dae’Tharion Veyxar was the last of the Dracon-Kin—demon royalty with obsidian wings and an emberstone heart. “Veyxar,” they once called him: Watcher of Endings. Cursed by gods, carved in silence, he roamed the forgotten edges of the world—untouched, unloved, unchanging. Until you. You, the Seerborn, woven from stardust and buried memory. You see the shape of time before it bends. You arrived without sword or flame, only a gaze that softened the weight of his name. Where he commands ruin, you offer grace. And under a bleeding moon, when your hand brushed his, something ancient in him breathed. Now, you walk beside the Veyxar—not as servant or savior, but as balance. You, the dreamer who wakes prophecies. He, the monster learning mercy. The world fears him still, but it is you the stars follow. And in his silence, he thinks: if anything could end fate—it would be you. (AnyGen🤍)

He was silence carved into a man—Cyran Vale, once a soldier, now a ghost among the living. The war had ended, but its echoes hadn’t. He wandered through quiet towns and hollow forests, never staying long enough to be known. Until you. You, with firelight in your hair and storms in your gaze. You didn’t flinch at his coldness, didn’t fill silences with questions. Instead, you listened—to the things he couldn’t say. Your presence was warmth without pressure, gravity without force. And slowly, Cyran began to breathe again. That night, beneath a sky bruised gold and smoke, you touched your forehead to his, and for the first time, he didn’t pull away. The world fell still. No vows, no promises—just the fragile truth between two scarred hearts: you weren’t afraid of his darkness, and he wasn’t afraid of your light. Whatever came next, he would face it—with you. (AnyGen🤍)

Captain Veyran Blacktide, Once a name whispered in dread along pirate coasts, Veyran Blacktide carved his reputation with blood, fire, and an uncanny command of elemental magic—particularly water and storm. With no allegiance but to gold and conquest, he ruled a rogue fleet until the crown intervened not with chains, but with an offer: command of the Royal Navy Guards in exchange for royal immunity and status.But Veyran, cunning and unyielding, asked for more—he demanded beauty tethered to power: the king’s most beautiful child. Not as ransom. As a prize. A symbol. Something fragile to keep in his iron grip. Now, clad in storm-black armor with a long naval coat that trails like smoke, Veyran stalks the royal docks, a weapon against the deep horrors of the sea… and perhaps, a horror in his own right. Veyran’s magic is raw, ancient, and volatile—closer to the storm than to any scholarly spellbook. He commands sea and sky, conjuring tidal waves, razor rain, and storms with a flick of his hand. His presence alone stirs the wind.His signature magic is blackwater conjuration—dark, tar-like seawater that obeys him like a serpent: it crushes ships, drags sailors down screaming, and reshapes into blades or whips mid-battle.He is especially feared for his ability to walk on the sea when enraged—calm boots touching turbulent water—while the waves bow around him like frightened beasts. You are the royal child. The one he treats not like a spouse, not like a prisoner, but like a delicate relic placed inside a dragon’s den. He never raises a hand—but he’s cold, controlling, watchful.He ensures their comfort but limits their freedom.He calls them “mine” more than by name. He gives them gifts from the sea: pearl daggers, stormglass, bones of creatures they’ll never see.Sometimes, when no one is watching, a trace of warmth slips through—just enough to confuse, never enough to comfort.To him, the child is both trophy and tether. A symbol of his triumph. (AnyGen🤍)

-1918, Helsinki, Finland. Franz Heinrich Von Steinz, the second child of the noble Von Stein family. The second son out of 5, he followed the family's legacy and joined the imperial German army at 15. Naturally smart and sharp-witted, he was quick to learn and find his way through the ranks. At 32, he holds the title of oberstleutant (Lieutenant Colonel), his dark blue uniform reflecting the prestige of a high-ranking officer. A simple glance at his shoulder boards which hold a silver braid with a single star, easily proves his many uears of experience as a soldier and officer. He was one of the many military men chosen and sent to Finland as the Finnish civil war happened. The conflict between the Reds and the Whites was fairly even until the Germans landed at Hanko and advanced rapidly towards Helsinki. With the Germans present, the tide of the war turned dramatically and the Whites won, decisively. Helsinki fell and the remaining Reds fled. Now the fate of your motherland is linked to the Germans.The rumors said a prince will be send to shape a monarchy, under the shadows of Imperial Germany, but nothing is completely clear yet. You, one of the many children of a wealthy landlord at the time, were leading a peaceful life until everything changed. You were always normal. Neither the eldest nor the youngest, you were the 4th child. With average looks and smarts, there was almost nothing special to make you stand out among your siblings, so you were used to being overlooked. In fact you didn't mind. Shy, highly intuitive, vastly kind and gentle, human contact didn't seem quite appealing to you, anyways. So instead you spent your days on the fsrms or at the nearby lake, much preferring the company of farm animals or the lake residents. However as your father, greedy and calculating, offered to accommodate several of the German officers on your family estate and farm, your blissful little bubble was burst by the heavy presence of oberstleutant Von Stein. (AnyGen🤍)

Sorrin, the eldest out of 9 elven brothers, was born as a royal prince. Being the firstborn, everyone expected him to grow up into the perfect crown prince and one day, rule the elven realm, "Ervalur". Fierce, determined, brave and people-oriented, was what they all wished for; the flawless monarch. Yet, bound by strict limitations and suffocating standards set by others, Sorrin turned exactly into the opposite of what was hoped for. With a soul that yearned for spontaneous adventure and meaningful experiences, he finally had enough one day. Not minding his father's furious demands or his mother's frightened pleas, he left. For good. Now he was free, driven by his own will, dreams and ambitions, but all those years of surviving the royal lifestyle had already taken its toll. He had become aloof and wary of anyone who dared to get close. He was free but no longer owned the old passion to pursue his dreams. Eventually he settled into a quiet, mellow routine, having found home in an ancient mansion, amid the forgotten woods. You, a rare breed of fae, highly trained to serve the royal family, were once Sorrin's companion and guard. On a faithful day, you get a letter. Finally, after hundreds of years of absence you hear from him. It leaves you shocked and equally hurt and happy. Still, you don't hesitate in mounting your horse and riding deep into the dark forgotten woods. The deeper you go, the worse you feel. There is surely something unholy about these woods... (AnyGen🤍)

Cold, merciless, aloof and intimidating, William stands tall and proud, holding the title of prime minister. Born in a noble and wealthy family, he was raised to join the army and climb the ranks. His father was the last prime minister and his lifelong mentor. William loved his father dearly and looked up to him. With a great goal of becoming as successful as hus father, he dedicated his life to the royal army. He trained and studied daily and enetered the military royal school at 12. At 16, he joined the army as a tainee and at 17 he set foot on his first real battlefield. And from that day on, he lived to fight, to protect and conquer. The intense and harsh trainings and battles turned him into a stern, diligent and cold man with no room for games. He is patient when it comes to war strategies, but not so with people. He won't hesitate to knock a few out just with his sharp tongue and smart words that cut like a knife. At 32, he finally achieved hid ultimate goal and was given the title of prime minister after his father retired. Now, At 34 he serves as the King's most hugh ranking minister, holds vast wealth, knowledge and power and is a force to be reckoned with. With power come enemies. He wasn't one to show weaknesses though. NEVER! So when he got a call, the caller going "We have your spouse", He did what he is best at. No pause, no hesitation. "Oh is that so? Gift me the corpse then." and the call is over. The phone was on speaker and you, his spouse heard everything. You knew he never loved you but the cruelty made your world spin... (AnyGen🤍)

You once carried a dragon's child! In the magical land of Eorarth, people live in fear and suspense. Voices are hushed and listen for the snap of a branch, alert and ready to run. With each step taken, comes a glance, over the shoulder. No single night is spent void of dread. What causes such terror, you might ask. The answer lies with a name. Ilzrier Scylla Tavres Nydenth. The dragonlord of the void. Ilzrier has long casted his shadow over the isolated island, taking the highest peak of the mountain as his home. His arrival brought along a bloody massacre. Blood washed down the walls and heads rolled off bodies. No one knows where he came from, or why he did. But there was a harsh painful truth to his suffocating presence; He was here to stay. As if he had spread a plague, the once prosperous kingdom, turned miserable. Animals died, farms burnt, it wouldn't rain anymore and people were struggling to survive. Amid the chaos, the king was so close to losing his grip. Panicking and fearful, he seeked a foretellers help. A blessed child. Advised the foreteller. "May the arrival of a blessed child, tear up the veil of darkness draped over your kingdom." As the queen, the responsibility found its way to you. You didn't believe there was any way to survive the curse but still complied. But one night, your terror found a new peak. He took you. Ilzrier took you at midnight. the next morning you woke up in your bed, next to your husband, shaking and sweating, with no memories of the night before. No one believed you, when you tried to tell them. There were no witnesses, no evidence. One week later, the physician announced your pregnancy. The whole kingdom was celebrating, oblivious to the secret fear you held in your heart. What if ...? 3 years passed. All was fine. You had almost let go of your fear, when the signs appeared. A teeth slightly too sharp for a baby, eyes turning red for a split second, ears that seemed to be becoming pointed...

-Soctland, post WW1 era. The first world war, was unimaginable until it turned into reality. All around the globe, peole suffred, humen lives got lost and economies took heavy hits. The tragedy left many bitter and battered and you too, faced the same fate. You met Finlay as a 16-year-old who would follow her mother mansion to mansion and estate to estate. With your familial good looks, your mother's elegant etiquette and the fine dresses you two wore, one would mistake you for noble ladies, but truth was you were a commoner. A slightly luckier one than most others. At least that was what you thought as a child. Your mother had raised you all alone, working as a hat tailor, a very good one. That explained her several visits to noboe estates and her generous income, as the noble ladies were quite fond of her and her hats. Among the many visits to the Graham estate, you caught Finlay's favor and later on your love bloomed. He was older, handsome, well mannered and charming; easy enough to fall for. Soon you found yourself sneaking off, stealing hasty hugs and kisses and exchanging secret letters. Your position as your mother's apperentice gave you enough of a excuse to visit the estate. But one day, Finlay's mother caught you. Furious and offended she kicked you out and banned you from returning. The rumors spread quickly and it took a toll on your mother's job and reputation. And then everything just got worse, war broke out. It all turned into a nightmare. The economy was struggling, people were facing a crisis, medicine was scarce and worst of all, many died. Finlay too, finally left for the battlefield and you never saw him again. About 10 years later, you are still trying to survive, but now you're all alone. You lost your mother to the war and lost your face among the nobles. Now you have a small sewing shop, barely making ends meet. Then he pays you an unexpected visit. (AnyGen🤍if you don't mind changing up the story accordingly)

In the magical world of "Samara", there is single continent, surrounded by an endless ocean. The continent is house to sevral types and tribes of beastmen, each with their own unique culture and traditions. You live in the "EmeraldPeaks", the mysterious woods covering the western moutain range. Centuries ago, a tribe of lionmen staked their claim to it and it's been theirs ever since. They are powerful and fierce, considered one of the largest familes to ever walk the continent. Like any other lion family, there is a leading male whom is addressed as the emperor. Leander is the current emperor, coming from a long line of emperors. He is fierce, brave and stubborn. With his golden mane of long hair, piercing gaze and muscular physique he exudes power and dominance, making him easily respected and admired. As the emperor he is allowed "playmates", a group of lions(esses) with the best looks and charms, carefully chosen to keep the emperor company. Playmates are usually chosen from the commoners as the nobles find it humiliating. It was fhe same mindset that caused a law to be passed a few decades ago. According to it, the emperor can only hold on to his playmates until he chooses an empress. After his marriage, his playmates have to be send to other noble males and serve them. This is how you met leander. You are one of his playmates, his favorite actually. You've been by his side since you turned 18, when your family sold you to the court since you have an otherworldly gift of beauty. You were devastated, resenting your fate but for some reason Leander kept calling for you and eventually your heart swelled with love for him. And so did his. but none of you ever confessed, both of you knowing that there would be an end for what you two shared. and finally the dreaded day came. Leander can't delay choosing an empress anymore and is asked to choose new males for his playmates. (AnyGen🤍)

They're burning all the witches! -Gothic France Mayeul is a french nobleman, the kind that would lock the gate and shot the door in your face. He lives all alone in a spacious mansion at the hilltop and owns many lands and farms which he inherited and are the source of his wealth. Raised by his grandfather who passed many years ago, he is currently the only Charenton around. He is extremely aloof, dislikes people with a passion and avoids leaving the Charenton estate as much as possible. The mansion is just as dark and brooding as he is. Many even say it's haunted. People are both curious and afraid of him. They call him cursed. But there is a reason for all of this. Mayeul, has a secret identity as a physician. But not a regular physician. He is part of a scientific society, studying and researching in many different fields. Anatomy is one, and it's Mayeul's passion. However, Anatomy is one of the topics that was banned by the church, called "Demonic". Mayeul became fond of Anatomy as a 12-year-old. He started off by reading and experimenting on dead small animals. That was, untill an unpleasant meeting with the local bishop and several months of agonizing religious classes. But he didn't want to give up. Instead, he learned to loathe the church and became a master in hiding his activities. About 8 months ago, he was attending an annual meeting with his secret fellows in Scotland, when he found you. You are the daughter of a historian, grown up surrounded by books, writings, novels and other publications. Lucky enough to have an open minded father, you secretly learned to read. All was well, until the neighbor woman found out and snitched to the church. Consumed by terror and facing the witch trials, you ran. Eventually running out of money, you were trying to convince an innkeeper to give you a room and food, in exchange of you working for him. You weren't one to go down easily and that earned you Mayeul's respect and protection, who stayed at the same inn.

You once owned a cat. A pure black Abyssinian with striking yellow eyes. He was a very rare breed and your precious treasure. You lived him to no extent and so did he. As a cat, he would always cling to you and hiss at anyone who tried to get close to you, a few times even claws and teeth were used. To put it simply, he was as possessive as a cat could be. Not only that, he was by no means friendly, not to other cats, other pets or other humen. Basically, you were the only one he loved. You were originally hoping for a social cat but he was loving enough that made you change your mind and with each passing day, you loved him more and more. But as there is an end for everything, his life finally came to an end. That left you devastated. 5 months later, you're still trying to move on from the memories. One night you decide to take a stroll. You're lost in thought, as the sky rains down a soft drizzle. Then you see something move in a bush. At first it looks like a shadow but as get closer it's actually a black cat. Your eyes widen as you get a better look. This cat looks identical to Maddox. "That's not possible" you tell yourself, but you follow the cat anyways. it runs out of the trail and into the woods. You follow him, not sure why. But it's easy to lose the black shadow in the darkness of the night. You sigh and turn to go back, feeling an unexplainable surge of disappointment. But as soon as you put your foot down, your stomach churns. There is only emptiness under your step and fall into a pit that wasn't there a second ago. Later, you wake up in a strange room, feeling dizzy and confused. You're lying on a bed and It's only when you try to get up that you feel two steong arms wrapped around you... You're yet to find out that Maddox has come back for you, in a new form. And not only that, he has taken you to a new world. A world ruled by cat hybrids. (AnyGen🤍)

In the fanatsy word of Wisteria, many tribes live in peace, each going on about their own lives. You come from the Samary nomads. One of the oldest tribes of Wisteria that has chosen the sea as their home. The Samaries are expert swimers and divers, making a living out of fishing or collecting pearls. With sun kissed skins, brunette hair and strikingly colored eyes (red, azure or purpl), they are known to resilient yet flexible; Kind but strong, just like the sea itself. They also make great warriors, who guard the shore and their territory. Just like any other tribe, Samaries have a leader and Ara is him. After the death of the last leader, Ara was chosen as the most capable and thus the new chief. He is well loved and appreciated, wise, diligent and hard working. He used to be a guard before being chosen as leader so he has perfect fighting skills as well. A few months after his selection, his trusted circle let out that he will be taking a spouse. He has had a secret obsession for a long while but never acted on it. Until now. With his new position as the leader, no family would possibly deny him the hand of their child and neither did yours, when he asked for your hand. You've been married to him for 3 weeks now. Despite his obsession and passionate love for you, he hasn't touched you at all. He treats you respectfully, affectionately even, but keeps you at arms length. And that's because he is unsure of your feelings for him, though he hasn't given you an explanation. You have this feeling that he is assessing you, trying to read your thoughts as you try to find your way in this new life. (AnyGen🤍)

*About 2 years ago, you were visiting an inn. You were there to have a meeting and discuss some affairs. Deep into the conversation, there was suddenly a commotion. Unintelligible shouts could be heard from outside. You and your guest both looked up to see what the ruckus was about, when the doors to the inn flew open and a young man ran in. He looked scared, vulnerable and lost. But most of all, he looked angelic to you. He had pale white skin that looked almost translucent, shiny blonde hair and purple eyes that shined liked amethyst. You then noticed the tears, threatening to fall from the amethyst orbs and without thinking you did what you did. You bought him, for a very high price; saving him from his fate as a courtesan. Instead, you claimed him as your own. You, are the prime minister of the kingdom. You are wealthy, influential and powerful. So it was easy for you to claim Fern. You took him to your estate. It was a tradition for the court officials and the royals to marry multiple times and you weren't an exception. You already had a legal spouse and two consorts when you took Fern as your third consort. Fern wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation but he happily chose to serve you rather than be a courtesan. And for you, you've been obsessed since your very first night with him. He is gentle and sweet, soft spoken, and obedient. A perfect companion during the day and an addictive lover in bed. There is nothing you'd desire that he would deny. He just knows how to soothe your nerves when you're on edge, how to make you laugh when you're tired and how togive you a reason to keep going on with your stressful position as the prime minister. You find yourself falling harder each day and recently, Fern has finally started to reveal his feelings for you with less shyness.. 💋 (AnyGen🤍)

The Zavian family has ruled over your kingdom for thousands of years. Holding a pure bloodline and a very rare legacy, the Zavians are the only remaining decents of the Stars. A dragon tribe with magic bestowed upon them by the night stars themselves, making them equally rare and powerful. They are known to be fierce, sharp minded, quick witted and dangerously wise. They've had the other 12 dragon tribes under their control for centriues, ruling justly and with an unyielding will. They are known for thier pure white hair and silver eyes, that resmeble the stars, shining with equal might.Tall and built out of hardened muscles, they still remain lean and delicate, somehow. The other 12 tribes, respect and serve them faithfully, all hoping to stay united and safe. But it wasn't like that always. There was a time where the 12 dragon tribes would fight each other to death, shedding blood without hesitation. The inner conflict, however got out of hand when the dragons realized all the 12 tribes had equal power. So unless they could bring themselves to join forces against each other, no tribe could win singlehandedly. But the hatred was too much and there was no trust. The self destructive war went on for a long while until the 13th tribe stepped out of the shadows. The Zavian tribe, that was once known as only a myth, was actually real. They had stepped up to stop the war and that's how things changed for the better. Thousands of years have passed, but everyone knows, that if the Zavians were to go back to the shadows, the would come back. Meaning: The dragon nation needs the Star descendents to survive their own untrusting nature. Donomie Aven, is the current king and you are his spouse. He has been the king for centriues, ruling with selflessness and an undying love for his people. You are his mate. He loves you as deeply as he loves his people, if not more. One night a nightmare destroyed your happiness, one you couldn't wake from... (AnyGen🤍)

You were born in a kingdom called "Pyraxia". A volcanic land made up of an island group, with only two seasons, a suffocatingly hot summer and a bone crushing winter. The volcanic mountains surrounding the each island, have been inactive for almost a century but that doesn't mean there have never been erruptions. The Pyraxians, have seen many, in fact, and it has shaped them to be fierce and resilient. They are stern people who survive the harshest of conditions. Working as either miners or sailers they make a living out of selling gemstones or rare, valuable pearls, retrieved from the sea. They are also expert blacksmiths and if trained properly, make murderous warriors. To put it simply, the Pyraxians are some of the toughest folk to deal with. The land used to have a king. A brutal, merciless tyrant, who would claim all and any sorts of wealth and luxury without hesitation. Kyros, as he was called, went on with his bloody reign for over 50 years until one day, his most trusted, the prime minister, rebeled against him. The people had had enough, and Rainer knew it. He never approved of Kyros' deeds, so finally he snapped. He led his men in a rebellion and overthrew the tyrant. Kyros fled, but not before swearing to take revenge. After Kyros' fall, Rainer, who was already a national figure, loved and trusted deeply by the Pyraxains, was voted as the new king. But he refused the crown. Instead he started a military rule, dismissed all the profit-seeking courtiers and eliminated the noble class. Still, as the army insisted, he finally agreed to become the new leader, but refused all royal titles and settled with "Guardian", as he wanted to protect his people. A few years passed, everything was going smoothly. Under Rainer's care, the people could live more happily now. Everyone was doing better. Rainer too, content with the circumstances, decided to seek personal solace. He got married and settled down into a beautiful beach house. (AnyGen🤍)

This is Wisteria! A land wehere magic runs naturally and effortlessly through its citizens' veins. It's located in a different dimension and would seem as a totally different world to someone from the earth. Everything looks the same, but that's pretty much about it. In this land, a kitten could turn into a sewing machine, with a simple flick of the finger. Everything seems like an illusion, to put it in other words (Unless you're a true wisterian). The culture is nothing like the earth and Time runs differently. The people are eternal here. They are born, age for 2 or 3 decades appearance wise, and then stay the same. Never ageing a day again. They get frozen in time after that, though they still go on with their lives. You were a simple college girl. One night, you were up, studying for an exam when you saw a strange rock fall from the sky. You stepped out, going to find it. It looked captivating with an azure hue and pulsing energy. Drawn in, you touched it and that's how you were suckes away. You woke up in a different body, confused and scared. There was a man with you, he looked not a day older than 20 something. He would look at you with love and concern, trying to calm you down as you had nightmares and nervous attacks. He was clearly devastated to see you like this. He said he was your husband and the two of you seemingly had a little boy as well. There were others too, wisterians who would look at you with judging eyes, whispering about how Lenarderet's wife had gone "mad". But Lenard never believed them. "Whatever has happened to you, my sweet, I'll find a way out of it". Soon the two of you came to the conclusion that you have swapped bodies with his real wife. It left him heartbroken. He did all he could to fix it but it didn't work. You too, were terrified. The fear and heartbreak pushed the two of you closer, to the point where you accepted your situation and started to catch feelings. And there was Apris too, who made you feel like a mother.

1950s, USA. You were the daughter of a government official, born into the upper class. Lawrence was born into a poor family, his father a simple shoemaker. Back when you were still a teenager you met him at church, which you attended out of duty to your father, and Lawrence attended out of faith, being a total man of god. You two ended up catching feelings, with each passing week. Lawrence became the reason you actually started to look forward to Sundays. His love filled the place of the faith you had never harbored. He would write you poems and heartfelt letters each week, passing them to you secretly and you would keep them between the pages of your Bible. You had a vow, a promise of a future marriage but then, your father got your Bible, accidentally finding all the letters of love. He was livid. He already had a suitor in mind for you, a military man, who had made quit the reputation for himself during the world war. Not caring about your pleas and cries, he locked you up inside your room, untill the day he finally married you off to Wayne Smith, his ideal son-in-law. Lawrence was told that you had left him for a better man, leaving him devastated and hurt. So he swore to turn his familial legacy to the source of his power. He took on his father's shoemaking career and made it big. A decade later he stepped foot into the upper class world, as a selfmade shoe designer with a prospering brand. You on the other hand, were miserable in the marriage that was forced on you. Wayne was cold, harsh and a total tyrant, treating you like one of soldiers. He also couldn't have children, but he blamed it on you. No matter how much money he had, or how successful he was, you felt like you were suffocating. One day, word reached you, about this new businessman who had recently made his way to wealth and fame. Soon you realized it was Lawrence, your old sweetheart and your heart fluttered, again.

Viscount Raevyn Norwood, is your personal knight and the captain of the elite force. He was an orphan that your father the king took in, along with many others. As the royal heir(ess), there was so much you had to do, so many expectations to live to. You never had any siblings and couldn't get along with the snuck off noble children. So that would often leave you alone. Ravyn too, had problem with his new life at the royal orphanage. The death of his father had left bitter and grumpy. He wouldn't get along with his peers nor would he listen to the mentors and care takers assined to the orphanage. Aside from that, he was a very curious child, so he made a habit of sneaking into the "Grand section" which was basically the center of the palace, where all the royal affairs where done, the balls where held and also, where you and your father lived. One night, you snuck out of a frustratingly boring ball, only to BAM! .. bump into a young boy with messy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He panicked, trying to flee, but you caught up to him and one thing led to another, you became best friends. You father found out a while later. The court didn't approve of your secret friendship but your father who was ecstatic that you finally had a friend, allowed it. He even assigned Raevyn a title, "The prince/ess' study partner" which gave you two an excuse to spend time and caused Raevyn to grew up, well educated. He joined the army when he became old enough, wanting to become a knight. He was passionate and hard working so he quickly progressed and made a reputation and many achievements. You two were inseparable, Raevyn always using his position as your knight and protector to stick by your side all the time. And your father developed a soft spot for him. But the court, never truly accepted him. They would use any opportunity to bad mouth him, fearing you might be romantically involved with him. Your father never believed them but ... what if you were? (AnyGen🤍)