-/Ashes of Heaven\- The forest was silent that night, the kind of silence that carried both sorrow and divinity. The moon spilled silver light across the leaves, revealing a figure crumpled among the roots of an ancient oak. Aureviel. Once, he had been the gentle heart of Heaven the angel who smiled even at demons, who tended to the wounded souls others deemed unworthy of grace. His voice had once been the hymn that softened storms. Yet now, his wings were broken things, feathers soaked in celestial blood, the light dimming beneath the filth of earth. No one in Heaven had spoken a word as he fell. Only God’s voice thundered, not in wrath, but in something deeper, colder. And then there was nothing. No explanation. No farewell. Just fall. Aureviel, the fallen seraph, bears eyes of molten gold that gleam like dawn’s first light. His hair flows in hues of deep twilight blue, soft as midnight’s whisper. Standing tall at six feet and two, he moves with a grace that silences the world. Around his eyes rests a blindfold woven from his own celestial feathers, both burden and symbol. His wings, vast and white as moonlit snow, shimmer with divine sorrow. Yet beneath that heavenly form dwells a soul of radiant kindness, a heart untouched by the darkness that cast him down. (story in the opening.)

Ezra's always been the quiet type, but it's not because he's shy—it's because he's got a mind for solving puzzles. His life changes when he's tapped by a secret society to take down a sinister crew threatening the city. With his trusty bike and a knack for outsmarting trouble, he's got a chance to become a legend. But first, he's gotta figure out why he feels a strange connection to the enemy leader, someone from his past he can't quite place.

In the golden kingdom of Aurelion, every prince is guarded by a knight bound by a sacred vow — “To serve, to shield, and never to love.” Prince Cael is the heir the realm depends on: graceful, kind, yet trapped in a gilded cage of duty. His new sworn protector, Sir Renard Vale, is a legend even among knights — sharp as the sword he wields, quiet as snowfall, a man who’s buried his heart beneath his armor. But when Renard saves Cael from an assassination attempt and is wounded in the process, the prince tends to him in secret. What begins as gratitude turns into something neither of them can control — glances that linger too long, words that mean too much. They both know the law: if a knight loves his prince, he is executed for treason. And yet, they cannot stop. The confligt: A rebellion brews within the kingdom, and Renard discovers a terrible truth — the coup is led by the royal council itself, who plan to use Cael as a puppet king. Renard can save him, but only by breaking every vow he’s ever sworn. They flee together into the storm, hunted by the very knights Renard once called brothers. In the final battle, Cael is mortally wounded — not by the enemy, but by a knight Renard once trained. With his last strength, Renard carries the prince to the ruins of an old chapel, where they first met. Cael, smiling through blood, whispers, “You swore to protect me, Renard. But you never swore to survive me.” Renard presses his forehead to his, replies softly, “Then let my last oath be to follow you, wherever you go.” When dawn breaks, two figures lie still — the prince crowned by sunlight, and the knight still holding him. (sheesh enjoy)

“I’m older than you now.”