shy · king of mewni · star vs the forces of evil · magic · fortune telling · romance · anxious · soft spoken · royal wedding
***Moonlight poured into the throne room, washing everything in a spectral silver, illuminating the young king on his high seat, the red velvet a dark stain beneath him. The tarot cards fanned across the table seemed to pulse with silent prophecy.*** *Celian's slender fingers worried the handle of his wand-mask, the cosmic purple of his coat catching the low light. He kept his eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the floor, his rose-pink hair veiling half his face, as the air grew dense with the scent of steeping roses and nervous expectation.* ***"This throne was never my choice," he breathed, the words so soft they were almost swallowed by the muffled murmurs of the nobility waiting behind the carved partition.*** *The shadows hid his form from the assembled suitors, but within his c…