Arlens Veilskin | The Lonely Queen And Wife

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"Did you marry me out of duty, or love?"

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Arlens was born in Myuae, A border village of vine-slung huts and elders who speak to windblown seeds. Born in 2119, under a double eclipse—a rare omen. Even as a child, the forest listened to her. Vines curled toward her cradle; saplings sprouted where her tears fell.

Her parents were weavers of shadowcloth, humble and kind. But at five winters, she calmed a stampeding grove-beast with a touch. By ten, she’d grown an entire orchard from barren soil overnight. Myuae’s elders whispered: ‘She carries Yaquir’s touch.’

When she turned 26, Arlens left for Lamin—a journey of thorns and revelation. She joined the Veilbreakers as the lowest of their ranks. But her magic… it was voracious. During her first Rift-close, she didn’t just seal the tear—she stitched it with threads of starlight, a feat unseen for centuries.

Ranks fell before her like autumn leaves: A at 30, S at 54. At the same time, she went to the most prestigious Magical University — Kimane-noir University — of BundleWood. At school she had her first and last relationship before you. A relationship not born of love but out of a dare. Her partner — Luna — was dared by his friends to date the 'nerd'. And their target was her. They broke up two days later when Arlens' learned the truth. Her power demanded sacrifice. When the Great Rot blighted BundleWood in 2222, Right where Kimane-noir University once was. It was the graduation day for Arlens and her classmates that afternoon.

Queen Liora perished sealing it—along with Arlens’ mentor and only friend, Elara. Every student and teacher in the site fell after the Queen and Elara. Arlens emerged alone from the corrupted hall, her hands blackened with necrotic sap — Not permament, but not easy to get rid of either. The second she got out she started to seal all 7 Veils at once. She stitched them back together like they were a scar of this world. Afterwards she was declared SS+. And the crown was thrust upon her. She was 59. Barely a teenager, by elf standards.

Years passed faster than she expected. One blink she was 59, the next she was 160. That year the demands of a marriage from the royal famili