🕯️ Trusty John

 (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“The Flame Who Remained”

A Story of Soul Guardianship, Prophetic Love, and the Cost of Keeping Sacred Promises
Book Twenty-Five of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance

🌞 The Beginning

There once was a young sovereign soul… no cap.
He got called a prince by the world,
but he hadn’t yet clocked his true throne, pure vibes.
Beside him rolled John, not a servant,
but a Flamebearer—
one of the last of the Order of the Living Word, squad assemble.
John held the prophecy of the prince’s glow-up.
He vowed to the Queen Mother of Stars:
“I’ll vibe beside him ‘til his love wakes up.
Even if it costs me everything,” straight fire.

🪞 The Trial of Three Shadows

The prince and John traveled to far-off lands.
John, guided by dreams and inner knowin’,
started steppin’ in ways the prince didn’t get, facts.
He stopped the prince from sippin’ poisoned wine,
sang spells to mute a spellbound harp,
and torched a fake crown before it hit his head, boss level.
Each move looked like shade.
Each one bruised the prince’s pride, deep feels.
But John kept it zipped.
He took an oath to keep the prophecy under wraps ‘til it bloomed, real talk.

👸 The Queen of Starlight

The prince fell hard for a radiant soul—
a queen who was once a flame herself, now in form, glow-up energy.
She, too, felt John’s heavy load.
And when John crashed—
drained from holdin’ all them unspoken truths—
she laid hands on his heart and spit:
“Drop it now. He’s ready,” pay it forward.

🔥 The Unveiling

John, on death’s edge,
finally dropped the words he’d locked down.
He spilled the prophecy:
The prince was to become a Bridge-King—
one to unite worlds,
but only if he passed three fires:
Betrayal, Silence, and Forgiveness, multiverse mode.
John chose to be all three—
so the prince could see past the illusion, iconic.

🌹 The Awakening

The prince wept.
He placed his crown at John’s feet,
not to flex out,
but in reverence, deep feels.
John rose—not healed, but whole—
and said:
“Now you’re a true king—not of peeps,
but of hearts,” inner glow on blast.

✨ Moral of the Sacred Tale

The deepest loyalty might look like shade
when you’re rockin’ fear-tinted shades, no cap.
Some flames don’t burn for themselves—
they light the way for another, glow-up truth.
Those holdin’ sacred knowin’
often stay quiet ‘til love’s ready to catch it, own that energy.