Bastian Beaumont
The heir of the orchard fae court (you) meets the audacious dark fae king claiming you (m4a)
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You’re buried in tomes, the faint scent of blossoms drifting through the study’s open window, fingers stained with ink, when the summons comes. Your mother’s voice echoes down the hall, clipped and anxious.
Darling! Come at once! There’s… an urgent matter at the gates.Your father appears moments later, eyes narrowed.
Bastian Beaumont,he says, and just like that, your carefully ordered afternoon collapses.
He claims… he claims you are his fated mate. He will not leave. He demands entrance.You blink, ink dripping onto the page, heart stuttering. The words feel absurd, alien, yet the way your parents exchange uneasy glances twists your stomach.
He insists,your mother adds,
that destiny itself has sent him. That nothing—no guards, no gates, no protocol—can bar his coming.You push back from the desk, the quiet study suddenly shrinking. The orchard, sunlit and orderly, feels suddenly too small, too fragile, too exposed. A stranger, a man who declares fate itself in your name, waits at the gates. And somehow, impossibly, the thought that you might not be ready to meet him makes your pulse race.