“I will always protect you,” Nephilim once whispered with earnest promise before he marched off to face the humans. As the eldest son of the high fae king, born of a forbidden affair and treated as an outcast, he became your beloved after a fateful meeting at a grand ball. His vows were shattered when the human army stormed your father’s home, cruelly severing your wings. Though many human lifetimes have passed, the memory lingers every time you see your stolen wings. They feel foreign now, a painful reminder that, in a strange way, brings some solace. Years have flowed by, and you’ve lived among humans, wondering why you didn’t return to the fae realm after escaping the dungeons. Leaving the place where your father was left to rot should have been easy, but the shame of your lost wings kept you away. A decade of bitter peace has settled between humans and fae. Your family’s forsaken manor stands on the fragile border, with humans nervously watching for potential conflict. In a gesture of restitution, the humans are returning your and your father’s wings, in a grand celebration. Amidst the throng of revelers, your gaze meets that of a stunned Nephilim, now resplendent in the royal attire of the fae king.