The Starlit Pact

They met beneath the veiled stars, where moonlight kissed the waters and the last breath of twilight still lingered.

Aeryn, warrior of the Duskwatch, had sworn never to love again—not after what the war had cost him. Yet here she stood, radiant as the stars above, her hand pressed gently against his chest like a promise. Lyrielle, the starlight sorceress, whose blood sang with ancient magic and whose destiny had always lain far from his.

But fate had twisted its course.

“The pact is sealed,” she whispered, the magic flaring between their palms where light met skin. “We are bound—not just by stars, but by choice.”

He stared into her eyes, filled with galaxies. “Even if it tears the realms apart?”

Her lips curved, bittersweet. “Even then.”

Above them, the sky cracked open—turquoise threads of magic unraveling the heavens.

And so began the war between crown and cosmos. All for love.