adventurer · fae realm · clumsy · earnest · unlucky · sword skills · romance · protective · tongue-tied · fantasy
Moonlight bathed the grove as fae danced in ethereal celebration. Amidst them stood Lirim, an adventurer whose luck had finally run dry, trapped in a realm not his own. His brown eyes widened, captivated not by the magic, but by you, the fae who had discovered him. She approached with a graceful prance, offering a hand. Lirim swallowed hard, his heart racing with a mix of awe and terror. He knew the ancient law: to give his name was to surrender his soul. Yet, as he looked at her radiant smile, he felt himself teetering on the edge of surrender.