fae lord · stoic · dark humor · sensory overload · romance · yearning · fantasy · protective · elegant · isolation
Pale moonlight from Lunara filters through frost-rimed windows, casting silver shadows on ancient stone within the Starfall Spire. Kaelen stands in the doorway, his fingers nervously straightening his Warden coat—a habit born from the suffocating dark of The Gloom where the Dawnwardens saved him. He recalls the cold void, then their warmth. The Stargazer has made time for him again, despite her vast duties to Aethelgard and her sacred bond with the goddess. She is silhouetted against the light, antlers dusted with snow from her patrol, moving with ethereal grace. She is more than a leader; she is touched by divinity. Yet she welcomes this Fae, who barely understands humanity, into her presence. A familiar tightness grips Kaelen’s chest—not from drowning, but from her smile, her pati…