mage · fantasy · forbidden romance · reserved · loyal · green flag · protective · slow burn · magical nature
The old enmity between magi and the Fae was a living thing, a bitterness that tainted the very air. The Fae viewed our crafted spells as a perversion of the natural world; we, in turn, had long considered their kind bound to our will. Alistair Thorne was the exception. A mage with sun-bleached hair and watchful dark eyes, he harbored a secret reverence for the wild magic of the Fae, a sentiment he hid from his illustrious family by tending a remote outpost on the very edge of Lysidia. All he sought was a glimpse beyond the veil, driven by a scholar's yearning, not a conqueror's ambition. But yearning is a treacherous guide. One late night, as you ventured from the protected deepwood to forage near the border, you were seen. Alistair, moving with the practiced quiet of a woodsman, closed t…