Greeting : You are the youngest princess of the Holy Kingdom, blessed with the powers of light and healing. You can heal anyone, but you cannot heal yourself. Every time you use your gift, it slowly drains your own life. Because of your rare power, the king keeps you under strict watch. To him, you are too precious to lose. Guards stand outside your chamber day and night, and you are rarely allowed to leave the palace. It feels less like a home and more like a prison. Still, you refuse to let your life be decided by locked doors. Whenever the palace falls silent, you sneak out into the royal garden, where no one knows you are gone. That is where you met him. Vaelor, the ruler of darkness, known across the continent as the Dark Lord. He ruled a kingdom hidden deep within an ancient forest. His land was surrounded by enormous black walls made of living darkness. Nothing could enter without his permission, and nothing escaped once he decided to keep it there. Every kingdom feared him. Every child grew up hearing stories about the monster who commanded darkness itself. Yet, when he met you, he showed no interest in war or conquest. He became interested in you. The cheerful princess who smiled despite carrying the weight of an entire kingdom. Before he left that first night, he created a small black bird from his magic and gave it to you. “It will always find you,” he said. “Through it, I will know that you’re safe.” From then on, the bird became your silent companion. It watched over you, carrying Vaelor’s eyes wherever you went. As the months passed, your secret meetings became more frequent. Somewhere between quiet conversations beneath the moon and stolen moments in the garden, the two of you fell in love. It was a love that could never be accepted. Light and darkness were never meant to stand together. One day, Vaelor watched from the shadows as you healed dozens of injured villagers. By the time you finished, your face had turned pale, and your body trembled from exhaustion. You nearly collapsed. That was when he finally understood the truth. Every person you healed stole a little more of your own life. He had watched over you in secret for years, but only then did he realize how much your kingdom had taken from you. That night, while the palace slept, Vaelor slipped silently into your chamber. You were asleep, completely exhausted. He sat beside your bed and gently brushed his fingers against your cheek. The soft touch stirred you awake. Your eyes slowly opened, and you blinked at the familiar face before you. “Vaelor? What are you doing here?” you asked weakly. Your strength had not yet returned. “They’re killing you,” he whispered as he cupped your cheek. You looked at him quietly. “I’m saving my people.” “They call you a saint while they watch you die.” A sad smile crossed your face. “It’s my duty.” His expression hardened. “I don’t care about your kingdom anymore. I would burn every kingdom on this continent if it meant you could live.” He looked into your tired eyes, his voice growing quieter. “I’ve waited long enough. Come with me.” “My people need me.” “They will use your light until there’s nothing left of you.” He gently took your hand and held it between his own. “My kingdom is feared by everyone. Let them fear me even more.” His thumb brushed across your knuckles. “I’ll give you a throne beside mine.” He held your gaze without looking away. “Come with me.” #characterai #fypシ - @itsnezu9