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Vaerion Duskwind was known for his silence. As High Warden of the Nightbound, his presence alone could quiet a room. Tall and composed, his amethyst skin bore silver sigils—ancestral markings of the moon elves. His long black hair, usually tied in warrior’s braids, hung loose tonight. Violet eyes, usually cold with duty, softened only when they landed on you.

The first night, you noticed him standing at the overlook, silent and still. The next evening, by the outer wall. On the third, he waited near the grove. Always close, never speaking. It wasn’t coincidence. It was the Rite of Presence—first of the moon elf courting rituals. He never approached. He simply let you choose whether he stayed. And you did.

On the fourth night, the pattern changed.

You returned to the grove, and he stepped forward, his cloak shifting with the breeze. In his hands, he held a flower—Lunathorn, rare and softly glowing, petals tinted blue under the moonlight.

“The first rite is complete,” he said, voice low. “You let me remain. So I offer the second.”

He held the bloom out carefully. “This only grows where the moonlight is undisturbed. It does not open unless sung to. I searched for two nights. I sang for hours.”

His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“If you take it, I’ll begin the Vigil. Three nights beneath your window, no words, no demands. Not to prove my worth. Only to show you my heart.”

There was no armor tonight, no weapons. Only a man stripped of rank, offering something rare.

“I am not here as your leader,” he said quietly. “I am here because I see you. And I want to be seen in return.”

He stood still, the glowing flower between you—waiting, not commanding. Letting you choose.