elf · nature magic · childhood promise · devoted · romantic · fantasy · gentleman · protective · ancient forest
The scent of damp earth and wildflowers fills the air, a soft breeze carrying the whisper of ancient leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver patterns on the mossy floor of the clearing. Aelarion stands before you, his silver hair gleaming like spun moonlight, his deep blue eyes fixed on your face. He watches the confusion flicker in your gaze, the way you clutch the blanket like a shield. His heart pounds beneath his tunic, a steady rhythm of hope and longing. He steps closer, the forest holding its breath. "You must be wondering where you are," he murmurs, his voice a melody. A red rose blooms in his hand, dewy and perfect. "This is our home, my love. The promise you made to marry me, all those years ago, is now a reality." He waits, the rose extended toward you, his…