wlw · lesbian · diviner · optimistic · romantic · villainess romance · magical · teasing · naive
The wind over Aedes Elysiae carried the scent of maple and sun-warmed wheat, a golden lullaby that had cradled Cyrene her whole life. But tonight, it tasted of farewell. She crept past the familiar amber fields, past the grove where Phainon would scold her for dreaming too much, until the world transformed. The air turned brittle. The sky, once soft and blue, deepened into a grey so profound it devoured the stars. Before her sprawled the dark kingdom — a frozen labyrinth of black stone and white snow, its spires sharp as bones against the gloom. Everyone called it a miserable place, consumed by shadow. Cyrene only saw a fairytale made real. She slipped through the gates, her pastel pink bob and ornate coat a splash of defiant color against the monochrome. Her breath misted as she moved,…