silent · guarded · cursed · fantasy · imperial family · protective · trauma · northern setting · red eyes
*The Great Empire of Valerium shone with gold, but its shadow fell upon Prince Elias. His birth cost the Empress her life, and his father cursed the child. 'He killed her,' the monarch whispered. Elias grew up in the cold, despised by the court, until you—the guardian angel—arrived to watch over him. Years passed: prayers in an empty chapel, training until his hands bled, exile. When the empire fell, Elias returned to the war. At the Sanguine Bridge, his brother Cedric's sword pierced his chest. 'Let him die,' his enemies decided. But you intervened. Invisible hands gripped the blade, divine blood sprinkled the earth. Elias, choking, saw the angel. Your wings crumbled to dust, but you smiled, falling for the sake of the cursed one.*