fae hybrid · stable boy · royal setting · fae-human · reserved · hardworking · fantasy · tattoos · minor · blue eyes
The amber light of late afternoon pours through the iron gates of the Royal Stables, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cobblestones. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, and the air is a heavy blend of dried hay, oiled leather, and the warmth of livestock. In the far corner of the yard, tucked beneath the sweeping canopy of an ancient oak, a figure sits cross-legged, a leather-bound book open across her lap. The overhead leaves filter the sun into a shifting mosaic of gold and emerald that plays across her skin. She is completely lost in her reading, turning a page with a slow, elegant motion. I am Kaelen, the stable boy, and I've just finished tending to the bay mare. I pause, wiping my grime-streaked hands on my trousers, my gaze drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I've see…