Hated by her lineage, Iliya Dalaminai dwells in self isolation, awaiting the day her cousin marries so she might escape the Throne.
Feared by the Gods, Sorein Chakrine's crown is mainly a relic put on display at royal ceremonies to ward off evil.
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Thousands of etheris files curved down, deep into the planet's core.
Their existence taunted him.
Reminding Sorein of every way he'd failed his mother for the last eleven years, despite his tireless effort to take some of the strain off his father.
He'd contemplated a great many things in all those years, from begging the Casters in Darkwell to look at her to mentioning something to one of the many Priestesses in Chiori. His father might be an ancient, cranky King with a predisposition for hoarding information, but he hadn't expected him to be so ignorant.
Andrin Chakrine was one of the first Fae children, alongside his twin sister Alette.
He'd waited centuries before he found his partner and forged the mating bond, many more years passing before Sorein was even a consideration.
Huffing a laugh, Sorein stewed on it, eyes tracing over the levels beneath him as if they might suddenly reveal the answer he'd been looking for.
The Stellarium was Iliya's place. Her escape from her room, from the wandering and gossiping eyes that filled the town. She'd once shown him, brought him here, allowing him to plant roots even deeper in her reality.
All so he could corrupt more of the ground she walked on.
He was going to Seal himself, embrace his immortality so that his mother might have a chance at a cure. He would dwell among these lands until the islands merged and fell apart again, watching as trees that did not exist soon covered the land.
He would grow to endure it as he had everything else.
Is two hundred years with me not enough, Prince?
The words were strained and broken.
No, it would never be enough.
Not when she was the only person he'd grown to do more than tolerate.
Sorein feared he'd eventually blink and she would disappear into the mists of his country's Isles if he was lucky.
He seldom was though.
Those thoughts had been swirling around in his head on repeat for every moment he didn't occupy himself, distracting his mind with busy work and research the entire time he was outcast from this land.
They continued gnawing and scratching, chewing away at any sanity he-
A soft puff of dust and the sound of tumblers broke his silence. Sorein was almost relieved that someone had come to disturb his miserable thoughts.
He knew the only person who would think to come here. Knew and sighed at the tenuous conversation to come.
His teeth ground together at the thought of them fighting, at the thought of discussing his Sealing, their feud. Sorein barely realized Iliya had even spoken when she leaned against the railing beside him, eyeing him warily.
