You had always been drawn to the moonlight. While the rest of the kingdom slept, she slipped beyond the palace walls and into the Silverwood Forest, where magic breathed quietly through every leaf. It was forbidden for humans to enter—but you had never been good at obeying rules that felt afraid.

That was the night you met him.

He stood in a clearing bathed in pale blue light, silver markings glowing faintly along his arms. His eyes weren’t any color she knew—more like starlight trapped in human form. When he saw you, his hand went to the sword at his side, but he didn’t raise it.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said softly.

“And what about you,” You replied, her heart pounding.

His name was Kael, a guardian bound to the forest by ancient magic. He was sworn to protect it from humans, and you were the daughter of a queen who planned to burn it down for expansion. Every meeting between them was a risk, every glance a betrayal.

Yet night after night, they found each other. Kael taught you the language of the trees, how the stars whispered warnings, how magic responded to truth. You showed him the warmth of human laughter and the courage of choosing love over duty.