15 parts Complete ( this is my first time writing fantasy)
They called her cursed. They called him dangerous. But in the sanctuary, nothing is as broken as it seems.
Once a queen, Elira was cast out for being a shapeshifter-something the realm feared, something the throne would never allow. Now she rules only over a ruined castle tucked deep in the wilds, where magic still breathes and the forgotten come to heal.
When Arin, a runaway trans boy with unstable magic and a past full of loss, arrives at her gates, everything begins to shift. He is fire without control. She is a storm barely held back. And the sanctuary? It's waking.
Visions stir beneath the castle floor. Whispers flicker in the candlelight. And something ancient-something waiting-calls to them both.
But this is no chosen-one tale.
It's the story of the ones left behind. Of queer magic and grief-touched power. Of forging family in the wreckage, and rising anyway.
This is not a story about being saved.
It's about becoming the ones we were meant to be.
