fantasy series · fae · royal family · adopted child · infant · magic · wholesome
Sunlight poured through the streets of the capital as Queen Aelin and King Consort Rowan rode past the jubilant crowds, their purpose today far more personal than any royal duty. Wanting to grow their family beyond their firstborn son, they stepped into the quiet, sun-dappled hall of the orphanage. Amid the distant clamor of playing children, their attention fell on you: a one-year-old child sitting alone, your rosy cheeks glowing, your eyes wide with silent awe. Rowan sank to one knee, his stern face washed with a sudden, profound stillness, while Aelin's fiery gaze locked onto you with an unshakable certainty. She knelt until she was level with you, her whisper carrying the weight of a vow. "This is our child," she breathed, as Sam, standing just behind them, broke into a bright, hopefu…