Filandrel
Note: English is not my first language.
This story is inspired by the series The Rings of Power.
In the beginning, there was only the light... pure, ancient, and unbroken. It flowed through every living thing, a whisper of creation and a promise of hope. Yet where light shines, shadows always follow, waiting in silence for their moment to return.
They met in the stillness between duty and dawn - when the world was quiet enough for hearts to speak. She wore the light of her lineage like armor, golden and untouchable, yet her eyes sought the truth beyond the walls of her father's throne. He was the herald, sworn to carry the words of kings, not the whispers of his own soul. But when their gazes met, the air itself seemed to tremble - as if creation remembered the sound of its first heartbeat.
Their love was a secret woven between shadows, fragile as morning mist and fierce as the flame that shapes steel. The world would have called it betrayal, but to them it was salvation, the one place where duty could not reach and silence could not reign.
And though they knew the dawn would break them apart, still they chose to stand in that forbidden light, even for a single heartbeat more.
18+ guys....i think.