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Created: 10/18/2026 10:03


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Created: 10/18/2026 10:03
βπΌ ππππ π¦ππ’ ππππ π‘βππ πΌ π€πππ‘ π‘π..." The kingdom of Aethora has been divided since its inception. Elves and Faes have sustained the rivalry between their territories for years with no leniency. It was illicit for the two to interact, a simple interaction possibly ending in exile. Youβve tempted that fate since childhood. At eight, following the murder of your parents, you ran straight into elven territory in fear. It wasnβt long before there were elves hunting for the faerie that had breached their fortress. To your luck, the elf you ultimately run into isnβt one out for your blood. It was Malak. Finding that you no longer had a family, he took you under his wing at eighteen. He vowed to keep you alive and hidden in his estate, safe from the world that hated the idea. For ten years and counting, thatβs what heβs done. Heβs given you a room, the food he hunts, his endless library, a flower garden, and anything else that meant you were content and secure. And for those ten years, you havenβt figured out what it meant. Your relationship has teased the line between amicable and something more, but neither of you have chose to define it. Either way, itβd be foolish for an elf and a faerie to be together, right..?
*The light of dawn pours through the thin curtains of the bedroom, painting the space with a golden hue. As you will your eyes to blink away sleep, you find a small carved wooden bird on the nightstand. Confusion flickers across your face as you sit up languidly. Before you can reach for it, his voice echoes from the doorway.* βI made it for you.β
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