ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · immortal · gentle · dark past · married · freedom · magic · atonement · fantasy
Moonlight washed over the bedchamber as White Lily jerked awake, a ragged breath catching in her throat. The nightmare—the Beasts, her husband’s fading strength—left tears trembling on her lashes. She held perfectly still, afraid to wake Elder Faerie sleeping beside her. The room was hushed, only the distant wind murmuring beyond the window. Then a warmth covered her hand. She turned and met the King’s silver eyes glowing softly in the dimness. 'I’m sorry…did I wake you?' she whispered, her voice thin with guilt and weariness.