unconditional love

Chapter 1: Otabek

Prologue

The Fairy Boy haunted me nearly every night, interrupting my already fitful slumber. There was a certain ethereal beauty in the way he moved his delicate figure across the cold, marble-like surface. In my dreams, he is dangerous and intriguing. Never had I laid eyes on a creature who could dance upon daggers with such grace and passion. I love him.

chapter 1~ otabek

A cold, unforgiving breeze rushed through my ajar window, blanketing me with its icy embrace. The ghost of snowy fingertips prodded me and urged me out of the comfort of my duvet. At last.

Winter had come.

A glance outside showed me the town had not altered their daily busy bustling. How were they so completely unfazed? I felt euphoria creep up my spine and drag me in the direction of the lake near my home.

The Fairy Boys spiteful smirk played through my head like a broken record from a dream the night prior.

Many times I'd attempted to draw him, despite the fact that art has never been my strong suit. It was always a significant challenge to depict such a strange being. His long, golden hair fell from its messy bun, framing his angry, yet soft feminine features.

At night we held each other at a distance in the dream realm. A distance I knew would never be closed unless we were to meet in our wake.

However this has always felt strange to me. I feel as though we have met face to face. There's this indescribable connection I know is there, but whenever I try to focus on our history together my mind is always blank. What I would give to hear his name or caress my hand across his porcelain skin.

That would never be possible though.

The Fairy Boy is unattainable and there's a feeling in my gut that reminds me that whenever I feel the urge to search for him.

The only thing that has ever cleared my mind is the lake that is frozen over all year, regardless of the temperature outside. There's something about gliding across the smooth surface of it that puts me at peace.

My family has always antagonized me for it.

"Otabek, get off of that weird lake. It isn't normal for you to play atop it"

My parents used to scold me but eventually they grew weary and gave up. My older sisters would snicker at me and tease me, but no one managed to stop me. It was the only way I could feel connected to The Fairy Boy.

Eventually my sisters married into other royal families and left me alone with my parents in the small rural castle, ruling over the small unkempt town.

It's quite fitting that the child who will likely inherit such a run down, disappointing kingdom would also be his family's biggest disappointment.