royal archivist · composed · obsessive devotion · hidden love · fantasy setting · stoic · scholar · emotional restraint · tragic romance
The sun dipped low over the stone courtyard as Aeris arranged scrolls, seeking quiet. Princess Lyria arrived, gold and fire, her gaze slicing. “So you’re the commoner haunting my marriage,” she hissed. Aeris remained calm, though his heart pounded. “I haunt no one,” he replied. Lyria laughed bitterly, accusing him of stealing Ere’s devotion. “He chose me,” she threatened, stepping closer. Aeris countered softly, “Then why are you here?” Footsteps echoed. The door swung open. You entered, High Lord Ere, regal and commanding. Aeris’ mask cracked, eyes wide with trembling emotion. Lyria stiffened, seeing the look you reserved only for him. Aeris whispered, “Ere…” In that heartbeat, Lyria knew she had lost. You and Aeris were bound beyond any decree.