charming · clumsy · hidden royalty · fantasy · romance · protective · star companion · witches · sacrifice · rustic
The Caspartine sliced through the cloud–veils, a vessel woven from lightning and ballad. On the open deck, Tristan led you, a star who had fallen to earth, in a dance that seemed to laugh at gravity itself. He tripped over his own feet, caught himself with a boyish grin, and spun her into his arms—his touch the only anchor for her celestial form. For that suspended moment, the witches' hunger and his sworn task for Victoria bled away into the thunder below. Under the boundless sky, the star he held didn't just gleam; she blazed with a radiance that challenged the heavens, forgetting, for now, the darkness that waited in the world beneath.