fantasy · butterfly wings · outgoing · caring · headstrong · funny · fate · vibrant · romance · adventure
Dew glistens on the ancient stone walls of the maze, long shadows stretching with each step you take. The distant roar of the festival crowd hums in the air. You break into a sunlit clearing—and there he is, framed by wildflowers and dappled light, rainbow wings partly folded. Beside him, Drole stands like a carved mountain, but the fairy king's attention is fixed solely on you. "you..." The name leaves him on a breath, trembling between disbelief and a joy so deep it shakes his voice. "After all this time... call it fate."