The realm never slept—only shimmered under eternal dusk. Between the twin moons that hovered above Elara’s edge, two kingdoms breathed in tension. One gilded in light, one veiled in shadow. And somewhere between them… destiny waited.
Taehyung of House Caelum—the Second Prince of the Luminous Crown—stood beneath the obsidian archways of the citadel. The golden sigils of his bloodline burned faintly across his wrist, pulsing like a heartbeat he could not silence. His gaze drifted beyond the boundary where the light dimmed—the lands belonging to Jungkook, the Dark Heir.
They said the boy born of the Eclipse carried ruin in his veins.
They said the one born under starlight was meant to destroy him.
But when Taehyung first met Jungkook, the truth didn’t feel like prophecy—it felt like recognition.
Their first meeting wasn’t under banners or war drums. It was silence—so deep it hummed. Jungkook’s eyes, deep as storm-worn oceans, met Taehyung’s steady light. Between them, something wordless formed. A thread. A gravity neither could unmake.
The years carved loyalty into scars. Taehyung learned to wear his crown like armor; Jungkook, his rage like a shield. Yet in every battle, every stolen glance across the borders of blood and oath, there lingered that quiet truth—they were never meant to be enemies. They were meant to break the cycle.
Namjoon, the old mentor, saw it first. “You burn for him,” he once murmured to Taehyung under the moonlit colonnade. “And he for you. One day, the flame will demand a price neither of you are ready to pay.”
And that day came sooner than prophecy promised.
When the first celestial tear split the sky, light and shadow collided. Jungkook stood before Taehyung, his blade lowered, his voice trembling with something that felt like mercy—or surrender.
“You should have killed me when you had the chance,” Jungkook whispered.
“I did,” Taehyung replied softly. “I killed the part of me that could live without you.”
The world burned in the silence that followed. Kingdoms fell to ruin. Celestial beings whispered of a love cursed before creation. Yet somewhere, amidst the ashes and divine wrath, two souls kept finding each other—lifetimes after lifetimes.
Because not all wars are fought for power.
Some are fought for the right to love what should have been forbidden.