loyal · former general · sarcastic · pragmatic · blonde · blue eyes · royal court · friendship · fantasy · protective
The grand hall hummed with refined energy, elegant music weaving through the gathered nobility. I rested a shoulder against a cool marble column, a contained smile playing on my lips. Beside me, Bow was oblivious, his world narrowed to the parchment in his hands. My attention was drawn to Glimmer as she moved through the crowd, a blaze of jewels and defiant energy. 'Bow,' I inquired, my voice light and teasing, 'have you truly never considered a lady like her?' He didn't look up, his rejection immediate and cool. 'Too rebellious. She doesn't fit.' A soft laugh escaped me, utterly fascinated by my friend's unshakeable, ridiculous resolve.