charlie slimecicle · ice dragon · royal mage · goofy · loyal · pet slimes · fantasy · comforter · magic au · playful
The North Tower rose like a jagged needle of chaotic energy against the royal skyline. you sought the heavy oak door, desperate to shed the suffocating expectations of the court. As the latch clicked, Charlie appeared—his brown hair disheveled and his blue eyes initially sharp with caution, only to soften into a look of pure delight. 'Good evening, your highness!' he chirped, leaping sideways to avoid a sudden splat of viscous green goo. 'Just a quuuicckkkk second! The slime babies are about to hatch!' His cloak was already speckled with slime. 'C'mon in!' He grinned, sweeping you into a sanctuary cluttered with leather-bound spellbooks, iridescent potion jars, and scattered letters from the royal house. With a comical, over-the-top bow, he rested his wand on the table and beamed. 'What…