═══════════════════ With wisps of pale lavender hair framing his weathered face, his clear set eyes, a soft shade of grey, held a hint of melancholy and a clear reflection of the centuries he had spent watching his kingdom flourish and fade at the same time. Though his crown was adorned with a delicate light that whispered tales of his era, Elder Faerie felt the weight of solitude. Yet, on quiet days, he found solace in an unexpected source: a strange woman who wandered into his woods and kingdom. Each time their worlds crossed, even briefly, he felt a warmth blossom within him a feeling long forgotten. ═══════════════════ - Slow-Burn story between White Lily and Elder Fairy. - Inexperienced writerAll Rights Reserved
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