To Never wish upon a star

She stood there with crimson red wine in one hand, the delicate crystal goblet reflecting the flickering light of the nearby torches. The sweet aroma of the wine mingled with the scent of hemlock that adorned her raven black hair, creating an intoxicating allure that surrounded her like a magical charm. As her hair danced with the gentle breeze that swept across the terrace, she exuded an air of elegance and mystique that left the onlookers spellbound.

Nyx, for that was her name, was a woman of rare beauty and even rarer spells. Her wheat-toned skin glowed softly under the moonlight, and her eyes, a mesmerising mix of green and silver, seemed to hold the secrets of the universe within their depths.

The gown she wore was a creation befitting a royal affair, a masterpiece of midnight blue silk that clung to her lithe form with regal elegance. The fabric seemed to absorb the surrounding moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal glow against the darkness of the night. Intricate embroidery adorned the gown, weaving enchanting patterns that accentuated the curves of her figure, adding an air of regal grace to her presence. Her large earrings, hanging delicately from her ears, were a rare treasure from the hidden magic forest of Oqitra. Crafted from small crystals found only in that mystical realm, the earrings emitted a soft, ethereal glow that matched the brilliance of her captivating gaze. Those who caught sight of these unique adornments couldn't help but wonder about their origin.

As she fixed her hair, she appeared to be lost in thought, her mind swirling with the complexities of the evening's events. The grand celebration for the crowning ceremony of the crown prince was in full swing inside the palace, yet she had sought solace on the terrace, away from the revelries and the prying eyes of the guests. She was no mere guest at the festivities; she was a woman bound by a destiny she had yet to fully comprehend. The whispers of a prophecy had reached her ears, hinting at a future where her powers would play a pivotal role in shaping the fate of Oqitra. But for now, the weight of her gifts and the unknown path that lay ahead filled her heart with uncertainty.

She took a sip of the crimson wine, letting its sweet taste linger on her lips. As the liquid warmth coursed through her, she felt a surge of determination within her soul. Tonight, amidst the grandeur and revelry, she would take the first steps on a journey of self-discovery, unraveling the depths of her magic and embracing the destiny that awaited her. Her gaze drifted towards the vast night sky, adorned with stars that seemed to dance in celebration of the crown prince's ascension. The cosmos held many secrets, and she couldn't help but wonder if her destiny was intricately woven among those celestial threads.

Through the shadow walked a man taller with a broad chest, his presence disrupted the air around them. Her heart skipped a beat as she sensed his approach, her focus momentarily shifting from her inner contemplation to the enigmatic figure before her. His face was still obscured by the dim light, and her heightened senses could not make out his features clearly. Caught off guard, she stumbled on an uneven stone on the terrace and began to lose her balance. Her crimson wine threatened to spill, and she instinctively reached out to steady herself. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, she felt an invisible force embrace her, steadying her as if the breeze itself had come to her aid.

It was then that she realized the air around her seemed to respond to her emotions, mirroring her feelings and desires. A wave of realisation washed over her, as if an ancient memory resurfaced, connecting her to a power she had not fully comprehended until now.

As the crown prince drew closer, the veil of darkness began to lift, revealing his striking features. His warm honey brown eyes met Nyx's green and silver gaze, and an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between them. She had always been wary of revealing her abilities, yet in this moment, she sensed an acceptance in the prince's presence that she had not experienced before."My apologies," the crown prince said with a gracious smile, extending a hand to help her up. "The terrace can be treacherous at night, even for those who possess the grace of a sorceress."

She accepted his hand, her pulse quickening at the contact. "Thank you, Your Highness," she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "The night has a way of playing tricks, even on those who dwell in its shadows."

His smile widened, and there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "

"You speak as if the night is your companion," he mused.

"What if it was Alois. But you wouldn't ever possibly know" she said under her breath with some hostility and looked him dead in the eye.

The last person she wanted to meet, Alois the one loved by all .

As Prince Alois drew nearer, the warmth of his presence and the familiarity of their shared past eased some of her trepidation. She managed a small smile, though she couldn't shake the awareness of the revelation she feared.

"My apologies," and so it began, the RULE.