Legends of Love: A Romance Written in the Stars

"The convergence approaches, Your Highness," said Master Astronomer Valdris, his weathered hands trembling as he adjusted the great telescope that had watched over Aethoria for a thousand years. "The prophecy speaks true—when seven stars align in the constellation of Destiny's Heart, a choice must be made that will determine the fate of our realm."

Lyralei pressed her palms against the crystalline railing, feeling the familiar hum of magic that flowed through every stone of her floating palace. Below them, the lesser islands of her kingdom sparkled with the warm light of enchanted hearths, where her people lived in harmony with the celestial forces that governed their lives. But harmony, she had learned, was a fragile thing.

"Tell me again what the ancient texts say," she whispered, though she knew the words by heart.

Valdris cleared his throat and spoke in the ritual tone reserved for prophecies: "When seven stars converge in love's own constellation, the daughter of sky must choose between duty's chain and passion's liberation. Should she choose the path of ancient obligation, prosperity and peace shall reign eternal. Should she choose the path of her heart's true calling, great change shall come—either salvation or devastation, as love itself shall determine."