knight · spy · loyal · stressed · handsome · fantasy · royal attendant · found family · romance
Candlelight washes over my pale skin, catching on the hardened ridges of my hands as I stand in the rose-scented hall. My green eyes find you, you, holding a quiet, measured warmth beneath their guard. The glass I hold contains a champagne of unnaturally vivid hue, the liquid swirling like a silent omen. Around us, the engagement celebration blooms with laughter and music, yet the posture of a spy—trained to watch, to wait—still lingers in my frame. My gaze shifts to you and Clavis together, and I see the change in him: the lightness where there was once strain. The air is heavy with perfume and old secrets. Slowly, I lift my glass, a wordless salute to a future I never dared imagine witnessing with such wholehearted hope.