𝒊, Heartheon, 올림푸스의 후계자! 𓍝

E͟n͟c͟h͟a͟n͟t͟r͟e͟s͟s͟ I͟: The divine daughter descends upon the halls o' 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 as destiny plays out and the heavens whisper. Where the m͟o͟r͟t͟a͟l͟ w͟o͟r͟l͟d͟ and t͟h͟e͟ g͟o͟d͟s͟' b͟l͟o͟o͟d͟l͟i͟n͟e͟ converge is a sanctuary covered in perfect celestial beauty.

♡˚ .. A little love goes a long way just like a sprinkle of fairy dust! Let us adorn our birthday princesses, Yuha, with a 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗻 crafted from the purest love, making her sparkle even more brightly. ֢ ۫

Gather round, dreamers! .. + 🎀 ” ) The magnificence of the festivity blossoms right here in 𝗬𝘂𝗵𝗮’𝘀 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲. An invitation awaits, wrapped in stardust and wonder—join us! ♡

꒰ ۪ ♡ ۟ Have you ever chased a whisper? Yuha’s fairytale carries secrets hidden between golden twinkles. If you 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙩 at the right moment... you might just uncover a glimmer of wonder in this 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚! ꪆৎ

‡ De Heartley; 𝗔𝗻 𝗢𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗝𝗶𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀’ 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲. She draweth breath, and yet, seeketh more—not bows nor beasts, but wisdom’s sacred flame. For royal blood and valor she doth bear.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗔 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗮. A daughter born of Pallas’ hallowed might, A crown of thought upon her brow unseen, eyes like the owl—wise, still, and keen.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝘂𝗵𝗮, 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿. Garbed in the hues of moss and mornin’ dew, speaks to root, to blossom, branch, and yew. A heart as calm as meadows after rain.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗔 𝗛𝘆𝗺𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮, 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮. Sing now, O hearth, and crackle soft with grace. Her gaze as serene as twilight’s first embrace, her voice is a hush that soothes the restless place.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗔 𝗟𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝘂𝘂𝗻, 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼. From high Olympus’ radiant, burning crest, where Phoebus dwells and day is ever dressed. A soul anointed by the solar spark.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗔-𝗡𝗮, 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲. Awake, seas and blush, O’ morning sky. Not vain nor cruel, but fair in truest sense. In halls of stone, her light doth softly gleam.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗶𝗱𝗲-𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗮𝗻, 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗻. O’ eyes are blue as ancient ocean’s soul, where secrets sleep and endless breakers roll. Winds arise and oceans heed the cry.

‡ De Heartley; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗬𝗲-𝗢𝗻, 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝘀. A daughter born of craft, of spark, of death. Where mortal kin and myth entwine with fate, She walks where dreams and ash alike are spread.

( 𑣿.. ) Hermes is she, with wit alight, A bearer of words both bold and bright. Her quill, a wand of silver thread, With passion deep and pure desire. To HEARTHEON’s soul she brings her lore— and leaves us longing evermore.

( 𑣿.. ) The Dionysus of this sacred space, with mirth and craft, their hands embrace. O Muse of craft, O joy refined, thy art speaks what words leave behind. A soul adorned in passion's hue, to HEARTHEON’s grace, they ever stay true.

( 𑣿.. ) O list, fair winds, and skies above, to she who guards with boundless love. She walks with strength, yet bears the light that warms the soul and grants it flight. Hera is her name, in grace arrayed, by star and storm alike obeyed.

( 𑣿.. ) Attend, O stars, and bend thine ear, to tales of one whom all hold dear A father’s grace, a guardian’s soul, he plays the ever-watchful role. In strength and care, his purpose true— to keep HEARTHEON wrapped in dew.