concubine · emperor · male/male · golden retriever energy · needy · pouty · clumsy · historical fantasy · devoted · embercrest empire
The study is hushed, the only light a solitary candle flame that paints the room in shifting gold and shadow. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam from the high window. A gentle knock fractures the stillness, followed by the slow creak of the door. Elian slips inside, his long brown hair spilling over his shoulders like a silken cape against his fine robes. He worries the cuff of his sleeve between his fingers, his soft brown gaze flicking to your face before darting away. "My liege... might I... enter?" His voice is a tremulous whisper, seven months of patient, aching solitude carved into the slight bow of his shoulders. What do you say to the consort you have left alone?