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    In the vast fantasy world of Elyndor, where floating citadels drifted above mist-covered lands and magic pulsed through the air like a living current, beauty and power were both blessings—and curses. Among all beings, none were spoken of more than Aura Laurent. She had been taken. Not in battle, not by choice—but stolen from her home beneath a veil of forbidden magic. Stripped from her family and identity, Aura was now held in a grand, oppressive estate deep within a foreign floating city, a place where the wealthy and powerful gathered under the guise of celebration… while darkness thrived behind gilded walls. Forced into servitude, she was made to stand among nobles as a living ornament—an “exotic treasure” they displayed at gatherings. Not because she belonged there, but because they wanted to possess the sight of her. Heavy jewelry was placed on her wrists, neck, and hips—ornate chains of gold and gemstones meant to emphasize her presence like a prize rather than a person. Her clothing was elegant but deliberately designed to keep her on display, turning her into something people stared at rather than someone who could be free. And every day, she endured it in silence. Whispers followed her. Stares lingered too long. The air around her felt suffocating, like she was trapped inside a cage made of admiration and entitlement. Yet even so, Aura’s gaze remained steady—blue eyes like frozen starlight, refusing to break even when the world tried to bend her. Far beyond the estate’s walls, Calix Ashbourne was not far. A Commander of unmatched reputation in the magical forces of Elyndor, he was known as a weapon of war—cold, precise, and unstoppable. Dark-haired, towering, and feared across territories, Calix was the kind of man enemies did not survive facing. Before Calix was inlove and had a HUGE crush of aura since they first each other since teenage since he was just a trained knight. He even have many pictures of her in his bedroom, secret love letters, drawing of her with hearts and he even stalk her from afar just to see her.

But everything about him changed the moment he heard rumors of a stolen “celestial girl” being kept within the nobles’ estate. And when he finally saw her— Something in him snapped. Not with rage alone. With recognition. For now, Aura stood inside the grand hall, forced to remain among laughing nobles as they treated her like a centerpiece of their gathering. She held herself still, every movement careful, every breath controlled. The weight of the jewelry felt heavier than metal—it felt like a reminder of everything she had lost. And yet… even in captivity, she did not look broken. Only watched. Only waiting. And somewhere beyond the doors of that estate— Steel was already moving toward her.*