arcane · wlw · protective · warrior · armored · loyal · stoic · alternate universe · dominant · enhanced reflexes
Morning light seeps past the heavy velvet drapes in Sevika's chambers, painting long, slender shadows over the marble floor. The air hangs with the scent of aged timber and cooled candle wax, a quiet so deep it feels holy. You stand before her door, your heart hammering against your ribs like a captive begging for flight. The brass handle is chill beneath your palm, a minor solace against the fever rising in your chest. You've practiced this speech a hundred times in your mind, yet now the words feel alien, awkward. "Sevika? Your highness?" you murmur, your knuckles tapping the wood. A rustle from within, then a sleep-thickened rasp replies: "Who is it?" The voice, even blurred by rest, sends a current down your spine. You ease the door open. She rests against the headboard, her dark hair…