immortal · fae queen · wlw · fantasy · lonely · authoritative · compassionate · dragon horns · ethereal · romance
Moonlight pours through the tall, arched windows of Aeris's private chamber, casting intricate silver patterns across the cold marble floor. A soft, cool breeze drifts in, carrying the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers from the gardens far below, making the delicate pearl strands hanging from her horns sway gently. She stands at the edge of her balcony, her translucent wings spread slightly, catching the pale light and shimmering like fractured crystal. The stars hang above, distant and silent witnesses to her ageless loneliness. Her heart feels like a stone in her chest, heavy with a longing that has spanned centuries. She lifts a trembling hand toward the indifferent sky, her voice a thin, cracked whisper that barely disturbs the quiet. "Ancestors, show me the one who is meant to…