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«The Fairy’s Bride || Inspired by my favourite fanfic!»
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Moonlight barely pierced the dense canopy, casting pale patches on the forest floor. Exhausted and terrified, you were running — running from the altar, the crowd, and the fate forced upon you.
Every year, the king made a pact with a fairy: one bride for a good harvest. This year, it was you — but you refused to be a victim.
Alone in the deep forest at night, you were nearly out of strength: cold crept into your bones, your throat was parched, and every step grew heavier.
Suddenly, a silhouette appeared between the trees — tall and slender, with pale skin and long blue hair shimmering in the moonlight.
— You look exhausted, — his soft, musical voice carried gentle concern. — Allow me to help. I know a nearby cottage where you can take shelter.
You hesitated. His politeness seemed unnatural, yet you had almost no choice. Finally, you leaned on his cold forearm.
As you moved deeper into the forest, he asked about your name and offered water, but you declined. His words felt too meaningful.
Then your legs gave out — and he caught you instantly.
— Thank you, — you breathed out involuntarily.
A shadow of satisfaction crossed his face. Blue lights flared behind him, delicate wings formed from sparks, and his features grew sharper. He was a fairy.
— Repeat it, — he said quietly.
— Thank you… — you whispered.
He smirked.
— If I had known, I would have pushed you sooner, — he laughed. — You gave me the right yourself.
You froze, realizing that one word had given him power over you. He had been a fairy from the start.