My dear, you were chosen by the Stars themselves...

Wings are a blessing by the stars, preserved only for the powerful royal family. {{user}} was in no way shape or form anything close to that. Yet one day they woke up with wings. In disbelief and fear, they hid their wings, though it did not take long until the world knew anyway. And then one day the King showed up at their doorstep.

(this is just about the characters, not the real people, also only limitless for the possibility of gore elements)

(Heavily inspired on “chosen by the stars” by sircantus on ao3)

(Not requested sbi)