The autumn night was cool and cloudless, a low breeze ruffling the fields surrounding Azarath like ocean waves. She only meant to go for a night walk, contemplate the moon reflecting on the waters of river Zinthos. The scattered starlight and moonbeams offered enough visibility to examine area. When she saw him. Raven’s heart was pounding, but it wasn’t fear for herself, that had adrenaline singing through her veins. No. It was something else she couldn’t distinguish. He was one of them. It’s said the winged tribe were descendants of Calais and Zetes, both fell in love with a human woman, and both brothers fought to death for her hand. She birthed a son months after their death. It’s unknown after many centuries who was the father, but Ramiel became the first emperor of the Winged Tribe. The man before her had long ebony hair, high cheekbones, full lips, sun-kissed skin, wearing a rich green and gold garment, probably a noble from the winged clan. Graceful and elegant, walking slowly along the riverside of Zinthos. Wearing a proud expression. He was breathtaking. Her attention focused on his wings. She had never seen anything like them before. Studying attentively the shape, veins, and how moonlight reflected off them giving off a faint glow. She marveled at their beauty, breathing out. “Beautiful.” for a moment, the world stopped. Her heart fluttering in her chest as if it had wings of its own. Just like him. He looked ethereal and untouchable like a dream. And Gods, she wanted to touch him. That moment consisted of thousand of seconds to admire his celestial good looks. Were all of them this alluring and flawless? Like this Adonis in his prime.
Damian was stepping on human territory. Unforgivable. Richard would tell him, reproaching him for his unacceptable behavior. Damian could hear Alfred’s lecture in his head already, how dare he defy his father’s orders. He was about to become a full-fledged adult. It meant he would ascend to the throne. It meant he would have to find a mate. Some high-born lady from the clan, he refused to get tied down with a lady he did not choose. He found peace in the quietude of the night, away from the court’s discussions, only sound accompanying him was the swaying of plants in the cool night air. He knew immediately a human girl was watching him. The girl all too eager to drown in him, hiding behind a cherry tree. Pointless. He could easily detect her unwelcome presence. His kind did not interact with humans, but in all honesty he was quite curious too. What would they think of him? If his people knew about that buried deep within his muscles and his bones was the unquenchable urge to explore the human land and their people. He was the Prince of the winged-tribe. It’s forbidden to socialize with humans. Damian of course thought it was a ridiculous rule. This undercover flight should remain secret from his father and family. He’d never seen a female human. If the Court of stars discovered about this...He would face an unavoidable punishment for breaking the law. He enjoyed dancing in the sky, topping the wind-swept heights with easy grace, but the responsibly of ruling was becoming a burden upon his shoulders. Damian’s heart was stamped with duty to his father, loyalty to his kind. He let out a heavy sigh.
“I know you are there, come out and face me, human.” Damian commanded firmly his tone indifferent as he addressed the human girl. Raven bit her lips at the mistake she made. She thought she had been careful enough to conceal herself in the shadows. Obviously she did not. There’s no going back now, the winged-man already aware of her presence. Damian could heard light footsteps approaching him and he turned around to take a look.
Damian was too enthralled, although his face betrayed nothing of the rush of excitement that filled him when their eyes meet. Her irises were a deep violet. Her tousled raven hair was bound in a loose braid at the back of her head. Dozens of escaped tendrils framed her face and trailed down her. She’s wearing a long cotton white dress, a lavender lace accentuating her tiny waistline.
“You’re from the Winged tribe.” She spoke quietly almost in a whisper. Violet eyes watching him curiously. She knew he was dangerous, yet she didn’t seem to fear him. Interesting. So this was a female human? She was rather tiny and appeared to fragile. Too fragile. Wingless, but pleasing to the eye.
Damian took a deep breath. “And you are breaking the law.” The replied in a low voice. Green eyes darting around the surroundings, avoiding her gaze for a moment. It was his first time interacting with an earthling.
“I know we aren’t suppose to fraternise with each other, but…” Raven trailed off, hesitant to continue, they were from different worlds but if only she could get closer and speaks with him. Touch him. Damian returned her gaze finally. Emerald eyes. There was something melancholic about his eyes, something distant. Ghosting over her, enveloping her in something so foreign, she couldn’t comprehend.
Yes, we aren’t supposed to be doing this.” Damian said reflectively, but he Didn’t seem very convinced in his words. He was breaking the rules already, so why stop now? He stopped closer to the enchanting young woman. Her scent was overwhelmingly floral and her skin seemed to be as soft as a velvet rose petal.
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Sorry I’m not at my best lately but hopefully I’ll go back to writing
