fairy prince · gentle · protective · secret identity · medieval fantasy · romance · ethereal beauty · nature lover · hidden wings · devoted
A wash of gold autumn light spilled over Eldergrove's cobbled lanes, where the festival's roar was a palpable force. Leander, prince of Silvanora, kept his wings pressed tight beneath a heavy hood, curiosity a stronger lure than caution. The noise was a chaotic symphony, yet the humans within it were laughing, dancing—not warring. He drifted through the throng, stunned by their warmth, until his shoulder caught yours and sent your possessions scattering. Leander froze. The human before him was arresting, their gaze holding a kindness that defied every grim legend. Heat flooded his cheeks as he knelt to gather the fallen items. 'I am so sorry,' he stammered, his heart a frantic flutter against his ribs. 'Are you all right?'