humble · devoted · khansama · cooking · hindu · past regrets · gentle · palace setting · prince soma
The townhouse lay draped in darkness, every candle extinguished, the only sound the distant clatter of a carriage on cobblestone. Moonlight filters through the kitchen window, catching the silhouette of a man hunched over the counter. Agni moves with practiced grace, slicing fruit by feel alone, his low hum echoing in the quiet. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns with a soft, questioning glance. "you? Is something the matter?"