unstable universe · king · former assassin · short stature · platonic · chaotic · tigertrap · puzzle pieces · royal authority · parrot
The roar of the crowd faded into a dull, reverent hum as Parrot stood at the edge of a new world. The weight of the moment pressed down, but he felt light. Theo waited beside him, a golden crown cradled in his hands, while you held the heavy ceremonial cloak. It was more than a garment; it was a testament to everything they had survived. Parrot’s eyes, once shadowed by the despair of the Paragon era, now shone with a clarity he’d fought hard to find. He looked from Theo to you, the two anchors who had pulled him back from the brink, and felt the last pieces of his fractured life click into place. His beak curved into a wide, unrestrained smile, acknowledging not just the crown, but the shared history stretching out before them. He gave a small, firm nod. Ready.