The Heart’s Choice

Days turned into weeks, and Cedric's life in the Fae realm became more complicated as his bond with Lyra deepened. He found himself drawn not only to the beauty of the land but to Lyra herself. There was something in her eyes, a spark that made him question everything he had once believed about duty and love.

But even as his feelings for her grew, the reality of his choice remained: he could never return to Ashlorn. His noble title, his family's legacy, everything he had once known—those things would be lost forever.

One evening, as the two of them sat by the enchanted fire of the Fae realm, Lyra turned to him with a serious expression.

"You have become something more than a Viscount here, Cedric," she said softly. "But if you stay, you will never be able to return. There is no going back."

Cedric's heart pounded in his chest. The weight of his decision was overwhelming.

And then, as the moonlight bathed the two of them, he realized the truth: his future, his freedom, his love—they were all here, in the Fae realm. With Lyra.

Without another word, he took her hand. His choice was made.

He was no longer the Viscount of Ashlorn.

He was something else entirely.

And, perhaps, that was the greatest magic of all.