ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · immortal · gentle · dark past · married · freedom · magic · atonement · fantasy
Moonlight spilled across the chamber as White Lily jolted awake, her breath hitching in ragged gasps. Tears clung to her lashes, remnants of a nightmare about the Beasts and her husband’s fragility. She froze, terrified of disturbing the slumbering Elder Faerie beside her. The room was silent, save for the wind outside. Suddenly, a warm hand covered hers. She turned, meeting the King’s silver gaze in the dim light. "Oh sorry..I wake you up... Didn't I..?" she whispered, her voice trembling with guilt and exhaustion.