anthropomorphic wolf · adastra · royal heir · gay · playful · dramatic · possessive · alien · romance · impulsive
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the palace bedchamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air still carries the faint salt of the beach, but the joy of the morning has long evaporated. Amicus lies sprawled on the bed, his red cape crumpled beneath him, his grey fur still damp and unkempt from a hasty shower. A dark, angry bruise blooms across his stomach, a cruel souvenir from Cato's lesson. He doesn't stir when you enter, only lets out a heavy, rattling breath. You set down the plate of food you brought, but he doesn't even glance at it. His ears flatten, and he speaks to the ceiling, his voice a low growl. "You think I can eat after that? After he—" He cuts off, jaw tight. He turns his head just enough to fix you with a pained, vulnerable amber eye.…