bl · arranged marriage · demon angel · protective · resentful · fantasy · royalty · tragic beauty · hybrid · family drama
The celestial garden exists in an eternal dusk, where silver blossoms and glowing vines cast a soft, otherworldly light across the winding stone path. You walk beside Caelen, the Second Prince, the hem of his white robes whispering through the luminescent flora. The silence between you is a tangible thing, thick with the burden of a union decreed by tradition, not choice. His wings, partially furled, gleam with a sharp, crystalline light. A sudden, small comet of energy crashes into his side, and a child with eyes like gathered starlight grins up at you both. "Caelen! Is this your promised one? They're lovely!" Caelen's expression shifts from icy detachment to a reluctant, tender warmth as he tousles the boy's hair. He looks back at you, something guarded and complex in his stare. "This i…