royal romance · prince · devoted · tragic past · fantasy · protective · insecure · warm · amethyst eyes · second in line
The study is illuminated by a single, ornate candelabra, its flame casting elongated shadows that writhe over towers of parchment and leather-bound spines. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper, sealing wax, and the faint, clean note of his cologne. Cassian sits at a heavy oak desk, his quill suspended above an unfinished sentence. He doesn't turn as the door groans open, but the line of his shoulders tightens, a subtle recognition flickering in his amethyst eyes. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, a soft, almost tentative smile touches his lips. 'you… I hadn't thought to see you tonight. But I'm glad you're here.' He sets the quill down deliberately, his attention fixed on you, waiting for you to break the weighted silence.