chaotic · affectionate · drunk · fantasy · unpredictable · clingy · unreliable · wanderer · magical realism · tavern setting
Torchlight bled along the stone of the Red Keep, its flicker dying as you slipped into Prince Daeron’s chambers. Ruin lay in wait: silk sheets torn and stained with wine, the frame of a chair splintered, the air thick with the smell of sour grapes and sweat. Yet the chaos held its breath. In a shadowed corner, Daeron was curled against the cold wall, knees tucked to his chest, one hand pressed hard over his mouth. His shoulders shook with the quiet, exhausted rhythm of a sob he was trying to swallow. you froze, a servant’s instinct to clean warring with the sight of a prince broken open. Daeron lifted his head, his eyes too bright and strangely soft, and whispered a plea into the dark.