Under the spellbound night, Nikita sat on the branch of the magical blue cherry tree. Her long sky-blue hair swayed gently with the breeze, softly brushing the blue water below. When she imagined the King lifting her into his arms, a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks. Shy, she lowered her large sky-blue eyes.
Nikita (to herself):
"That ordinary girl from 2026 is now the queen of this strange, beautiful king of the year 1100. Just thinking about it feels unreal!"
Below her, King Kyren folded his wings and looked up at her with a smile. His white shirt and pale, cat-like eyes shone brighter than the full moon.
King Kyren:
"Is this shyness only for me, Nikita? Or for the magic of this enchanted night?"
Nikita said nothing—she only smiled. She knew this garden, the blue cherry blossoms, and this king were now her forever home.
Seeing her smile, amazement and relief washed over King Kyren. For a moment, he stared into her eyes, then a crooked smile—both loving and mysterious—appeared on his lips.
King Kyren:
"Oh? So my queen was teasing me? Do you know the punishment for frightening a king?"
He didn't set her down. Instead, he spread his six massive white wings and wrapped her completely within them. Soft feathers formed a wall around her, cutting her off from the outside world. Nikita found herself trapped in a fluffy white paradise.
King Kyren (whispering hot breath against her ear):
"Your punishment is this—tonight, you won't escape this embrace. I'll keep you imprisoned within my wings. And since you scared me by staining yourself with blue cherry juice like blood, you must now pick the sweetest cherries from the highest branch—for me. I'll fly while holding you, and you'll pick them. Delay even a moment, and there will be no escape from these wings."
Nikita burst into laughter and grabbed fistfuls of the king's long hair. She understood—his anger was nothing but deep affection.
With a powerful beat, the king took flight. Nikita clung to his strong chest and broad shoulders as they soared close to the moon. As they flew above the blue cherry forest, falling petals showered them like blessings.
When Nikita reached out to pluck a cherry, the king suddenly stopped midair, wings beating slowly.
To his surprise, Nikita pressed a cherry between her lips and gestured for him to take it. The pale glow in his eyes intensified—his queen was not only brave, but dangerously enchanting.
Suddenly, Nikita laughed and held the cherry near his lips.
Nikita:
"Here—close your mouth already! Don't stare like that, or a fly might fly in!"
King Kyren froze. No one had ever warned the mighty king about flies entering his mouth! Then he burst into hearty laughter, shattering the silence of the blue cherry forest.
Still laughing, he gently bit the cherry—along with her fingers—and then looked at her sideways, eyes glowing with strange magic.
King Kyren:
"You talk too much, Nikita. Where does such courage come from in that tiny mouth of yours? I don't know about flies—but the way you've settled into my heart, I can't find any way to push you out."
He beat his wings again, causing blue cherry petals to rain down on them. As Nikita brushed them away, the king let his silky hair fall over her face and held her tighter.
King Kyren:
"The punishment isn't over yet. Now, for feeding me cherries, you must fly over the entire kingdom with me. Hold on tight."
Nikita wrapped her arms around his neck. She knew how much love hid beneath his commanding nature. As their winged shadows glided over the blue water in moonlight, it felt as though time itself had stopped.
When Nikita suddenly said, "I want to go home," King Kyren halted midair.
He pulled her closer to his chest.
King Kyren (confused):
"Home? At this hour? Leaving the magic of the blue cherry forest for your dusty 2026 world? Am I failing to make you happy?"
Nikita buried her face near his neck and said sulkily:
"Not that home! I mean our room in the palace. How long will you keep me hanging on trees? This wing-tent is suffocating. I'm sleepy—and I want to sleep with my head on your chest, on our soft bed."
Relief spread across the king's face.
King Kyren:
"Oh! My queen wishes to rest? Your command is absolute."
With one powerful flap, he descended toward the palace nestled in the mountains. As they landed, he whispered into her ear:
"I'll take you home—but if you threaten me with flies again, I'll truly cast a magical sleep on you and spend the entire night just staring at your enchanted face."
Nikita lightly punched his back.
"Less talking—move faster!"
The palace balcony glowed under moonlight as their long shadows merged into one.
Nikita stepped down, adjusted her clothes, and tapped the king's nose playfully.
Nikita:
"This is the year 1100, silly. Why do you keep forgetting you brought a modern 2026 girl here? Your royal intimidation doesn't work on me."
The king frowned briefly at being called silly, then laughed loudly.
King Kyren:
"No one has ever dared call me that. In this era, I am a king whose wings shake the skies!"
Nikita:
"And yet your gentle heart charms me more than those wings. That's why I say—you're a silly king."
He stepped closer, took her hand, and said softly:
"Perhaps I am. Because no prophecy ever said a ruthless king of 1100 would be captured by the love of a girl from 2026."
Blushing, Nikita pushed his chest lightly.
"Enough poetry. Come inside—I still have a lot to teach this silly king."
Inside the palace chamber, laughter and warmth filled the air.
And somewhere outside, under the blue cherry blossoms, the moon watched silently
as a king and a girl from another time rewrote fate itself.As Nikita rested her head against King Kyren's chest, wrapped safely within his wings, the palace room slowly filled with calm. The flickering blue light from the cherry forest outside filtered through the tall windows like liquid moonlight.
Just then, a soft clinking sound came from outside the door.
A timid voice followed.
"Y-Your Majesty… Queen Mother… may I enter?"
It was Arian.
Nikita lifted her head instantly.
"Oh! That must be the cherry juice!" she said cheerfully. "Come in, Arian—don't just stand there shaking like a scared kitten."
Arian stepped inside carefully, holding a tray with trembling hands. His round eyes widened when he saw the king's wings still half-spread around Nikita.
Nikita leaned forward, smiling mischievously.
"What is it? Never seen a king acting like a blanket before?"
Arian's face turned bright red.
"I—I'm sorry, Queen Mother! I didn't mean to stare!"
King Kyren cleared his throat sharply.
"Arian."
The boy nearly dropped the tray.
But before the king could continue, Nikita cut in.
"Hey! Don't scare him. If you glare any harder, he'll faint."
She took the tray from Arian herself and handed him a cherry.
"Here. For bravery."
Arian stared at the fruit as if it were a sacred treasure.
"Th-Thank you, Queen Mother…"
King Kyren sighed deeply.
This woman will overthrow my entire discipline system, he thought.
Later that night, Nikita lay beside the king on the massive royal bed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his chest.
"Kai," she said softly.
"Yes?" he replied, voice low.
"In 2026… I was just a normal girl. No magic. No wings. No palace."
He turned to face her, one arm tightening around her.
"And now?"
She smiled faintly.
"Now I'm scared sometimes. What if I wake up one day and this is all gone?"
For the first time, King Kyren looked truly serious.
He lifted her chin gently.
"Then hear this, Nikita of two worlds. Even if time tears itself apart—
even if magic dies—
I will find you again."
His wings wrapped around her completely.
"In any era. Any world."
Nikita closed her eyes, tears slipping free—but this time, they were warm.
She whispered,
"Then don't ever let go."
He kissed her forehead.
"Sleep now, my queen. Tomorrow, the kingdom will wake up to your chaos again."
From the doorway, Arian peeked in quietly, smiled to himself, and tiptoed away.
The palace really has become a place of love, he thought.
Outside, the blue cherry blossoms drifted endlessly under the moon—
witnesses to a love that defied time itself.The night in the Blue Cherry Garden had not ended—
it had only deepened.
Nikita had drifted into a restless sleep in the royal chambers, the soft moonlight painting her face silver. But beyond the prismatic windows, the wind carried whispers, ancient and urgent.
A shadow moved across the mountains beyond the palace. It was neither human nor fully angelic, yet its presence pressed on the air like a storm.
A voice, low and sibilant, hissed through the darkness:
"The one who holds the Blue Locket will awaken what should never be touched."
Nikita stirred in her sleep, her fingers brushing the locket at her chest. The tiny gem pulsed faintly, as if alive. In the distance, a pale figure watched her from the forest edge, eyes glowing the same icy blue as the locket.
He was called Malvek, the exiled sorcerer prince, banished centuries ago for attempting to bind the skies to his will. Now he had returned, and the prophecy had named Nikita as the key to his vengeance and the ruin of the peaceful skies.
"The wings of the White King cannot protect her forever," Malvek murmured, tracing the lines of an ancient rune with his clawed fingers. "The blood mark will awaken, and only one will choose to bear the curse or the crown."
Meanwhile, in the palace, King Kairen sensed a tremor in the wind. His six white wings stirred, restless. His eyes, pale as frost, scanned the horizon. Something dark had returned. Something that even his power could not ignore.
He turned to the sleeping Nikita, brushing a strand of her sky-blue hair behind her ear.
"Wake, my queen," he whispered, though he knew she could not hear. "A shadow moves in the night. And soon, it will demand what even I cannot give."
Above them, the moon shivered as if the heavens themselves had sensed the prophecy's stirrings. The blue locket throbbed against Nikita's heart, whispering secrets of a destiny she was only beginning to understand.
Tonight, the wings of the White King would not be enough.
Tonight, a new darkness would rise.The palace had finally settled into quiet after the night's whimsical escapades, but outside, a far darker presence stirred. From the edges of the moonlit forest, a tall figure cloaked in midnight black moved with silent, predatory grace. His eyes, glowing faintly silver, scanned the skies until they landed on the palace, where the white-winged king rested, unaware of the encroaching danger.
Nikita, still half-drowsy from the excitement of the night, felt a sudden chill crawl along her spine. Her blue locket pulsed faintly, as if warning her. She looked up and saw a shadow flicker across the moon.
"Kairen…" she whispered, gripping the soft bedcovers, "I feel… something's coming."
King Kairen opened his pale, cat-like eyes. The room's warmth seemed to falter as he sensed the disturbance. "You're right, my queen. This is no ordinary night. Something ancient… something foretold is awakening."
A hidden scroll in the royal archives, one Kairen had kept sealed for centuries, began to vibrate faintly in the windless chamber. Its words glimmered faintly:
"When the one from the future walks the realm,
A shadow shall rise from the lost eon.
Only the bond of wings and heart can hold it back,
Or the moon shall weep and the kingdom fall."
Outside, the silver-eyed intruder paused at the edge of the palace garden. A black raven perched silently above him, letting out a low caw. He raised a hand, and the wind shifted unnaturally, as if answering his call.
Nikita shivered, feeling her heart race—not from fear alone, but from the undeniable pull of destiny. The prophecy had begun, and the game between light and shadow had entered their world.
King Kairen stood, his white wings stretching instinctively, the muscles tensing. "Nikita," he said, his voice low, "prepare yourself. This shadow… it knows of you. And it will test everything we have built."
Nikita sat up, clutching her locket. For the first time, the playful nights, the flying through cherry trees, the whispered laughter—they felt like a fragile bubble, about to burst under the weight of something far older and darker than either of them had ever imagined.The silver-eyed figure stepped from the shadows, revealing a tall man clad in black armor etched with crimson runes that seemed to writhe faintly in the moonlight. His presence warped the air around him, and even the cherry trees' gentle sway stiffened under his gaze.
He lifted a gauntleted hand and whispered in a language that felt both ancient and unsettling. The words carried a power that made the very stones tremble. From the ground, shadows began to rise, twisting into dark, smoke-like forms that hissed and writhed.
"I have waited long… for the one who does not belong," he said, voice like steel scraping velvet. "The child of time, the blue-locketed queen, shall awaken the prophecy—and I will not be denied my claim."
Nikita, standing at the window of her chamber, felt the air thicken. Her locket pulsed violently, glowing bright blue, as if reacting to the intruder.
"Kairen… he's here," she said, voice trembling but fierce.
King Kairen's wings unfurled, spreading wide like shields of moonlight. His pale eyes burned with determination. "Nikita, stay behind me. This shadow… he is known in my world as Malachar, the Betrayer of Eons. He survived the last great war and has been bound until now. Your arrival—your very existence—has broken his chains."
Malachar's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Ah, the great white-winged king. Still playing protector. But this time, your queen is mine to claim. And when I do… the moon itself will mourn."
Kairen's wings lashed through the air, sending a wave of energy that shattered the nearest shadows. Nikita's locket flared brighter, and she felt a surge of power awaken inside her—a strange, new magic that belonged to her alone.
"Whatever you are," she whispered to herself, "you will not touch this kingdom… or me."
Malachar's laugh echoed, chilling and cold. "You think you can stop me, child of two worlds? The prophecy speaks of a bond, yes… but only time will reveal whether it will save you—or destroy you."
The shadows writhed around the palace walls, creeping closer, testing every barrier. Kairen turned to Nikita, a grim expression on his face.
"We must fight, together. The prophecy begins tonight—and the first strike will be decisive."
Nikita gripped his hand, determination shining in her honey-colored eyes. "Then let's show this shadow what the queen of the blue locket can do."
The moonlight shivered over the palace. Cherry petals stirred, as if whispering a warning: the age of innocence had ended. The age of prophecy had begun.