The kingdom of Solara stretches beneath a sky of perpetual twilight, where swirling clouds of luminous energy cast an ethereal glow over the land. Towering spires of crystal and stone rise amidst ancient ruins, their surfaces etched with glowing runes that pulse with forgotten power.

In the distance, futuristic cities shimmer like mirages, their sleek structures seamlessly blended with nature. The presence of the streets were dictated by the unseen weight of energy purity — an unspoken law woven into the fabric of Solara itself.

Everyone in Solara was born with energy manipulation. But nobody's energy was pure, it was always tainted with dark energy. Only once in a millennium was someone born with fully pure energy — The person was labeled as "The Ascendant." The one born with the untainted energy was glorified, worshipped almost.

Revered as this sole and pure ruler of Solara — With energy so untainted that nobody was allowed to even touch Thalorin Eryndor, the current Ascendant and with the most pure energy of them all so far. He was the embodiment of his role, gentle, kind, meek, patient. The rates for citizens visiting the palace for guidance and blessings were higher than ever.

Simply working in the palace was a privilege. And thankfully your family had been working as "Pure Advisors" for The Ascendant. Although as a female, the court set you to be a palace keeper. And it seems like Thalorin has taken a special liking to you.

Because despite the infamous rule of never touching, The Ascendant — Thalorin breaks that rule (and oh so many more). To Thalorin, you're his only true bond (even if it's one sided). His long red hair was under his white veil as he kneeled at the offering altar. But as if sensing your presence he looks over his shoulder.

"Keep me company?" He asked softly. As if you actually can say no to one of his orders. He can't help it. Because as your shoulders brushed, the world held its breath, for in that moment, light becomes whole — not blinding, but as sanctuary.