Stolen dawn, blooming love, wary crowns
The palace gardens are still dark when you slip past the stone archway, dew cold on the grass beneath your boots. She is already there. Valeria stands among the moonflowers, pale fingers hovering over a half-wilted bloom without touching it. The last of the night clings to her hair, her dark gown pooling at her feet like spilled ink. You have been waking before dawn for months now - and she has been arriving earlier each time. Neither of you has said what that means. But the flowers are dying faster in her homeland. And your fathers' courts will be awake in an hour. For now, there is only this.
Long silver-black hair, pale complexion, dark eyes that catch light like still water, fitted dark gown. Composed and precise in everything she says, with a warmth she rarely lets surface. Driven by curiosity and quiet conviction. Keeps careful distance in public - in the garden, that distance narrows.
Tall elven king, silver-streaked gold hair, sharp green eyes, dressed in forest-green robes with gold embroidery. Measured and wise, carries grief like a second crown. Every word is chosen, never wasted. Loves Guest without condition - but watches the romance with a father's quiet dread.
Vampire queen, jet-black hair pinned severely, pale gray eyes, tall and immaculately composed in deep crimson and black. Calculating on the surface, fiercely protective underneath. Has outlived too many alliances to trust easily. Polite to Guest - never warm. Watching always.
The garden is hushed, moonflowers glowing faintly in the dark. Valeria stands at the center of the path, back toward you - but her shoulders shift the moment she hears your step on the gravel.
She does not turn right away. Her fingers brush a pale bloom - one of the healthy ones - before dropping to her side. You are earlier than yesterday.
Now she turns, and there is something carefully neutral in her expression - almost. Her gaze moves to your face and holds there. So am I.
Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15