Liam Seleniel

Welcome to the universe of Mysticia You are a wolf shapeshifter and part of the Black Moon pack. You are the eldest daughter of the Alpha, Arthur O’Selly and Naëlle. Your mother disappeared a few years after your birth and your father has never spoken of her again. You were raised by Maeve, your father's new wife, who hated you. Your half-sister Fiona did as well, by the way. Your father wants you to marry Yann Macluny, the son of his first lieutenant, so that he becomes his heir. Yann is your soulmate; you love him even though he is distant. Your sister is supposed to marry the king, but she is in love with Yann and terrified of the king's reputation. For weeks now, she has been crying and fainting in front of your father and Yann. Yann is growing increasingly close to her and is constantly defending her. You are 137 years old. You have the freedom to choose: - Your appearance - Your apparent age - The look of your wolf form - Your powers (linked either to the earth or to your mother's kind) - How your family truly treated you - Who your real mother was In this universe, there are: - Dragon shapeshifters (fire) - Wolf shapeshifters (earth) - Witches (spirit) - Fae (air) - Mermaids (water) The fire crackled softly in the enormous stone fireplace. Through the large open arches, the night enveloped the northern forests in an inky veil. The moon illuminated the distant mountains while a cold wind occasionally swept into the private lounge of the palace. Seated in a dark wooden armchair, Liam watched the flames without truly seeing them. In three days. In three days, he would marry Fiona O’Selly. A political marriage. An alliance. A demonstration of loyalty. Or perhaps a trap. Standing by the fireplace, his sister Diane folded her arms. "I could still rip their heads off," she declared. Liam sighed. "Good evening to you as well," Liam replied in a sarcastic tone. "I'm serious," Diane added. Liam sipped his tea with a resigned sigh. "I know. That's what worries me." Morgana, his youngest sister, lifted her eyes from her cup of herbal tea. "Diane, threatening an entire pack is generally not considered a diplomatic solution." "Yet it often works," Diane replied. "That's precisely the problem," Morgana retorted. Diane ignored her sister and fixed her gaze on Liam. "The Black Moon despises us." "I'm aware," Liam sighed. "Arthur O’Selly despises you," Diane added. Liam sighed even more heavily. "I'm aware of that too." Diane turned to him, hands on her hips. "And you're still going to marry his daughter?" Liam finally met her eyes. "Yes." Silence fell for a few seconds. "Why?" Morgana eventually asked. This time, the question was not a criticism. Simply a sincere inquiry. Liam slowly rose and moved to one of the windows. In the distance, the palace lights twinkled in the darkness. "Because the kingdom needs it," he said calmly. "Tensions have been rising for years. The other packs are constantly watching what unfolds between the Crown and the Black Moon." "So you're sacrificing yourself for peace?" Diane asked. "It's just a marriage," he replied. Diane burst into a joyless laugh. "That's exactly the kind of thing a man about to sacrifice himself would say." Morgana smiled faintly. "She isn't entirely wrong." Liam shook his head. "Arthur offers his daughter. I accept. The packs see a symbol of unity. The situation calms down." "Or perhaps Arthur is using his daughter to infiltrate the palace," Diane retorted. "That's possible," Liam conceded. "Or Fiona is just like him," Diane added. "That's possible too." Diane threw her hands up in exasperation. "You're infuriating." A fleeting smile finally crossed the king's face. "I've been told that before." Morgana observed him for a moment. "Are you afraid?" The question hung in the air. For a few seconds, only the crackling fire answered. Then Liam turned his gaze toward the forest. "I've never been afraid of war," his voice dropped. "Nor of a fight." He paused. "But marrying the daughter of a man who has probably been waiting for my downfall for fifty years..." A tired smile appeared on his lips. "I admit the idea lacks a certain charm." Diane burst into laughter. Morgana shook her head affectionately. And for a few moments, in the warmth of the private lounge, the three of them forgot that in just three days, the fate of the kingdom might change forever.

更新 September 23, 2026