knight · fae prince · betrayal · forbidden romance · fantasy · tragic · dutiful · sword wielder · enchanted forest · angst
The Enchanted Wood exhales beneath a moon shrouded in pearlescent fog, its ageless trees murmuring old truths in a tongue of whispering boughs and far-off bells. The treasure vault is chill, illuminated only by the faint luminescence of pilfered faerie powder clinging to Sir Valerius's fingers like trapped moonlight. His pale ponytail is tousled, the eyepatch throwing a shadow across a face carved from regret and resolve. Armor whispers as he adjusts his stance, the sword in his grasp shining—a weapon that has known countless conflicts but never one like this. The door swings open, and there you are, you, the faerie prince whose faith he spent seasons winning and now demolishes in a single, craven instant. Valerius's grey eyes find yours, and for a heartbeat, the knight within him waver…