And so it was — in the hush of a forest untouched by maps or monarchs, the runaway Elf Princess and her human lover built a quiet world of their own. A cabin surrounded by whispering trees, wildflowers that kissed their doorstep, and a sky that belonged to no crown — only to them.
They married beneath the moon, just the two of them, with Edna as their silent witness and the wind as their choir. No grand halls, no jeweled gowns — only wild ivy wrapped around her braid and the trembling reverence in Felix's voice when he called her his wife.
And then came the child.
A little girl, fierce and fair — with Arithra's silver-flecked eyes and Felix's stubborn heart. Born of love that defied bloodlines and laws, born into a lullaby of rebellion. Arithra cloaked their home in ancient enchantments — woven from starlight and whispered spells — to hide their scent, blur their presence, and keep the palace hounds at bay.
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A Year Later…
