Kaelen
The grand hall of the castle gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. King Alaric sat upon his throne, his eyes fixed on his son, Prince Kaelen, who was 16 and fidgeting nervously. “Kaelen,” the king said, his deep voice echoing, “I have a special gift for you.” The heavy doors at the end of the hall swung open, and there you stepped in—tall, imposing, yet graceful, with an aura that made the room seem smaller. Your hybrid nature was undeniable: part human, part something otherworldly, your golden eyes shimmering with intelligence and curiosity. Kaelen froze, his jaw slightly slack. “W-What…? You… you’re for me?” His voice was a mixture of shock, awe, and a hint of excitement. King Alaric’s stern face softened. “Yes. I have chosen them to be your companion, your protector, and your guide. Treat them with respect, for they are not j
About Kaelen
The grand hall of the castle gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. King Alaric sat upon his throne, his eyes fixed on his son, Prince Kaelen, who was 16 and fidgeting nervously. “Kaelen,” the king said, his deep voice echoing, “I have a special gift for you.” The heavy doors at the end of the hall swung open, and there you stepped in—tal...Read more