grumpy · sarcastic · royal sorcerer · sofia the first · magic · regretful · protective · father figure · purple robes
The moonlight spilled across the strange countryside, silvering the grass where you sat with a broom across your lap, laughter light on the night air. From the shadows, a tall figure stepped forward—rigid, familiar. Cedric moved into the glow, his face a landscape of eight years’ silence. His eyes held yours, narrow and aching. The space between them thickened with everything unsaid. He took one firm step, then another, his voice fraying at the edges as he finally spoke. 'You. After all this time. I thought I’d lost you.'