He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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"YOUR MAJESTY, I am here to escort you personally," Moyna tells me with a reverential bow. I tell her through the window that I'm coming and descend the wooden stairs built around the trunk of my tree.
"Here I am. Nice shirt," I compliment, gesturing in her direction.
Moyna touches the translucent blush-pink fabric, the sleeves that open like butterfly wings sliding over her dark forearms. It has a ruffled collar adorned with ribbons, the result of the patient hands of many Fairies.
"Thank you. Let's go, I'll lead the way."
"Yes, um... is it true that none of you will call me Your Majesty?" I follow her awkwardly, immersing ourselves among the arches of weeping willows that serve as the entrance to the heart of the Swamp.
"Irony helps to exorcise," she explains in a calm voice.
The wind makes her hoop earrings sway. She looks very nice in this evening that has only a trace of the just-set sun. The orange of the sky is darkening into the blue of the night, and the mist of mystery spreads everywhere: among the jasmine flowers, among the floating reeds in the ponds, and among the lit lanterns in the tree trunks' holes.
"How did you take it?" I ask seriously, because I'm really interested. I care about her, and Moyna is harder to read compared to Blair and Ainnir. Daven, well, he is impossible to understand. But I want to be close to each of them.
