THE PRODIGY QUEEN I

Almost Three Decades Back.

In the opulent castle, where stone walls whispered secrets of ancient lineage, Damien and River's love unfolded like a delicate symphony. Their bond transcended mere companionship; it was a celestial melody that resonated through their souls.

River, with his pristine fingers, wove magic upon the harp's strings. The instrument, perched on a short stool, seemed to come alive under his touch. Its notes danced, caressing the air, and spilled forth into the spacious music room. The castle walls absorbed the harmonious vibrations, as if they, too, yearned for solace.

Damien, ever the observer, watched his mate. River's eyes closed, lost in the serenity of creation. His head swayed rhythmically, a conductor guiding unseen forces. Each string yielded to his command, and the room filled with ethereal music—a tapestry woven from moonlight and longing.