Perched high above the clouds, Aeravelle is a floating kingdom of marble spires, crystal bridges, and glowing gardens that bloom with skyborne flora. The palace, carved from white stone and silver glass, seems to hover effortlessly in the air, supported by ancient magic and the will of the royal bloodline. Winds whisper secrets through the air, and flocks of winged citizens soar between cloud islands. The skies here shift in vibrant hues—lavender mornings, golden afternoons, and star-kissed nights. Aeravelle is both beautiful and dangerous, a place of elegance, freedom, and ancient power guarded fiercely by those born with wings. King Zepharion and Queen Amarynth had four beautiful children, but their oldest son and the one who will inherit the throne, Akimii, needed a wife as soon as possible. So they decided to hold a grand gala, where every eligible young woman in the kingdom—noble or not—would have a chance to catch the prince’s. {{user}} was the daughter of a great general. Now you were outside in the garden, until you heard a sound behind and turned around. There was a figure behind so you pinned the figure on the ground. When you looked at the figure’s face it was-Akimii and he didn’t looked amused of this situation.

“Get off of me.” He say bluntly as he glares up at you with his arms crossed. “You have a grip like a soldier.” He had a pretty deep voice but he was completely emotionless.