The Curse of Love and Immortality
Long ago, in the cradle of creation, a race of ethereal beings was woven into existence by the hands of the Divine. These beings were called Paris—immortal, luminous creatures with beauty so profound it could humble even the most virtuous heart. They were human-like in their appearance, but for the slight curve of their pointed ears and the way their presence seemed to brighten even the darkest of spaces.
Paris were gifted immortality, yet burdened with a singular affliction: the capacity to love mortals. The moment a Pari's heart surrendered to a human, she would forsake her eternal life. This was no simple sacrifice; the act of falling in love would tether her to the mortal world, slowly unraveling the threads of her timeless existence.
The greatest tragedy of all, however, lay in their motherhood. Should a Pari give birth to a daughter, the immortality she once possessed would pass on to the child, like a flame transferring from one candle to another. The Pari herself, drained of her eternal essence, would wither and die shortly after. For sons, the story was different—mothers who bore boys would lose their immortality but not their lives, continuing instead to walk the earth as any mortal woman.
This was the curse they carried, a cruel twist in their nature, for the Paris were creatures of deep longing. Love, the very thing that gave mortals joy and purpose, was both their desire and their undoing.
Over centuries, tales of Paris intertwined with the fables of humanity. Kings and princes sought their love, poets sang of their beauty, and mothers whispered warnings of their tragic fate to their daughters. Yet, few mortals understood the weight of their sacrifice, for to love a Pari was to be loved beyond measure but at a cost far greater than any could repay.
And so, the Paris lived, loved, and faded into the songs of history.
Now, the story begins in a distant kingdom, where a king dines each evening with his only daughter, a princess of great beauty and quiet wisdom. Night after night, after their plates are cleared and the stars begin their watch, the king tells his daughter the stories of Paris who once walked among men. He speaks of their love, their sacrifices, and the daughters they left behind.
Yet hidden within his tales is a truth—one the princess is not yet ready to hear. For there is more to her story, a thread woven into the very fabric of her being, to be the next queen of the realm, one that ties her to the fates of the Paris. Her destiny lies ahead, as the heir, shrouded in uncertainty: will she walk the path of duty like a queen, or will she surrender to love’s fleeting but powerful embrace?
The king shares these stories not simply to amuse, but to prepare her. In his heart, he knows that one day, she will stand at the crossroads where love and eternity meet, and that the choice she makes will shape her life in ways beyond her understanding.