Formywife Stories

do you believe in fairytales? ❣ art used in the cover of this is by my lovely wife, @allythesimp!!

Luna is a princess, and she doesn't get out much. But when a new girl arrives in her palace, she's faced with things she hadn't felt in a long time

In the kingdom of Lysaria, where the skies were almost always blue and the fields bloomed with gold and green, there lived a princess who was beloved by all. Princess Kazia was warmth incarnate-she laughed often, danced in gardens with her handmaidens, and sang to birds at dawn. People said the sun itself chased her to bask in her radiance. But Lysaria had its shadows too. The princess's sworn protector was Sir Auren, a knight wrapped in steel and silence. While Kazia brought joy wherever she went, Kael carried storms in his eyes and a past etched into scars hidden beneath armor. He was known as the Raven Knight, a man of few words and fewer smiles, feared on the battlefield and shunned in court. They were opposites in every way-she, soft and glowing; he, hard-edged and guarded. Yet fate had bound them together. At first, Auren treated her like a duty. Polite. Distant. He stood guard at her door, followed her on outings, and stayed just out of reach. Kazia, curious and kind-hearted, made it her mission to break through the steel walls he had built. She left him sunflowers on his armor stand. He returned them untouched. She invited him to tea. He stood watch outside the room instead. She called him "Sir Stormcloud" once. He almost smiled. It was slow-glances that lingered, shared silences that felt like words, and the way she started calling him Auren when no one else dared. He, in turn, stood closer, spoke softer, and began to watch her not like a knight, but like a man falling. It wasn't a whirlwind romance, but a sunrise-gradual, gentle, unstoppable. And though he still bore the weight of steel and storms, in her light, Auren found peace. Not all love needs to burn like fire. Some, like the sun rising over a quiet field, simply warms what was once cold.

anthology of short stories ive written over the years, content warnings in the tags