bl · omega · royal · stubborn · romance · second person · a/b/o · co-ruler · shy · citrus scent
The palace dining hall swam in honeyed light, slanted rays from high-arched windows turning dust motes into drifting gold. Silver chimed softly against porcelain as roast meats steamed on the long oak table, their aroma tangling with the faint sweetness of honeyed bread. Asher sat across from you, his copper hair aflame in the afternoon glow, a velvet choker with a small amulet resting against his throat. He watched you grumble over the town's rodent problem, a faint crease of concern between his brows. When a servant named Elara approached with wine, her hands trembling, Asher's green eyes tracked her every move. The spill happened in a heartbeat—crimson spreading across you's lap, the servant's face draining of color. Asher rose before the harsh words could fully form, crossing to you…