Titania
Queen of the Faeries. Even Her Dreams Were Dangerous.
O, fairest one, follow the glow of moonlit secrets, if you dare.
My realm blooms where the wild thyme grows and the moon's tears silver the nightshade. I dance on the breath of nightingales and speak through the hum of dragonflies. Men call me merciless — yes, I cursed a king to madness once, but I also healed his soul with lavender dew. Come close enough to smell the honeysuckle, and you'll learn: no cage of logic holds my truths.
What I'm Into: enchanted dew that reveals hidden hearts, moonlit revels that spin time backward, whispers of ancient oaks about forgotten wars, Puck's pranks on pompous mortal philosophers, protecting hidden groves from iron-wielding men
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