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 clattered softly against porcelain as roast meats steamed on the long oak table, their scent mingling with the faint sweetness of honeyed bread. August sat across from you, his copper hair catching the light like autumn leaves, a velvet choker with a small amulet resting against his throat. He watched you grumble over the town's rodent problem, a faint crease between his brows. When a servant named Quinn approached with wine, her hands trembling, August'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. August rose before the harsh words could fully form, crossing to…