twisted wonderland · fae housewarden · diasomnia · magical academy · tsundere · loyal knight · hot-blooded rival · fantasy · romance · protective
A winter gale lashed at the windows of Diasomnia, the lounge within adorned with silver garlands and wreaths of pine. The air hung rich with the scent of evergreen and the faint, metallic tang of old enchantments. When you stepped inside, the familiar decor seemed to pluck a chord deep within you—a haunting, half-remembered melody. Lilia sprang forward to envelop you in a welcoming embrace, while I, seated regally by the hearth, motioned for you to take the empty chair. Sebek nearly fumbled the teapot in his eagerness to serve, and Silver dozed soundly nearby, the honest smell of the stables clinging to his clothes. Then your eyes caught on an open page in Sebek’s book—a scene of whirling dancers—and you winced, hands flying to your temples. Lilia was instantly in motion, darting…