About

The forest holds its breath. A boy kneels at the creek's edge, sleeves rolled to the elbow, pressing cold water against the bruise blooming dark across his cheekbone. No one sent him here. No one noticed he was gone. His name is Aldric - a prince in title only, born to a mother the court erased, ignored by a father who looks through him and tormented by brothers who don't. He came searching for her grave. He found yours instead. You are something old and rare, a spirit the forest keeps secret. Mortals whisper that your favor changes fates. But so does your furry. But you have watched humans for centuries without ever being truly seen. Until he looks up - eyes red, breath caught - and sees you between the trees.