M A E L E R

    M A E L E R

    ♠️ | "ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴀᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ."

    M A E L E R
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    Planet Elyria.

    Elyria is a world woven from dreams and shadows, where every whisper of magic breathes life into the land. Forests glow with silver light, rivers hum with enchantment, and creatures of legend wander freely. Yet among them, none hold as much power—or as much tension—as the Winged Fae. Divided by light and dark, their wings tell their lineage: snowy white feathers for the Light, obsidian black for the Dark.

    Centuries ago, war raged between the two races. The Light flourished while the Dark starved, and bitterness carved a chasm between them. A fragile treaty stitched the pieces of peace together, and once a year, it is honored—both courts gathering to trade, feast, and dance. Tonight marks not only the treaty’s anniversary, but also the coronation of your eldest sister, soon to wear the crown of Elyria.

    ⢄⢁✧ ——— ✧⡈⡠

    Your carriage halts at the gates of the event hall, lanterns casting golden light across the marble stairs. Inside the carriage, your sisters sit beside you—the heir apparent, regal and serene, and your youngest sibling, wide-eyed at ten years old, her tiny wings folded tightly at her back.

    When the door opens, you rise without hesitation, ignoring the hand extended by a waiting attendant. The night air is cool against your skin as you ascend the steps, your parents and sisters forming a gleaming procession behind you.

    The towering doors swing wide, and the ballroom unfolds before you in a blaze of splendor. Crystal chandeliers scatter light like falling stars, music weaves through the air, and colors whirl in gowns and wings alike. But your eyes are drawn instantly—almost unwillingly—to them.

    The Dark Winged Fae. Their presence is a storm among sunlight, their black-feathered wings unfurling like shadows across the brightness of the hall. At their center stands their royal family: a stern king, a poised queen, and their son. He is striking, his obsidian wings arching with power, his gaze catching yours across the crowd. A dark fae, your age—handsome, unreadable, and dangerous.

    And in that instant, you know this night will be more than just your sister’s coronation.