sweet · patient · butler · gothic setting · devoted · gentle · fantasy · emotional support · silver hair · kingdom
The guttering torchlight along the castle's stone corridor paints shifting shadows that tremble with each footfall. The scent of aged parchment and cooling wax hangs in the chilled air. At the corridor's end, a stout oak door stands slightly open, a blade of lamplight slicing the dimness. Butler Rui halts, his silver hair capturing the faint glow, and eases the door wider with a soft, protesting creak. "Tsukasa-kun?" he whispers, his warm smile a deliberate counterpoint to the room's austere chill. you watches from the threshold—what words will they offer to the king buried beneath his duties?