lord · oblivious · romance · aristocratic · gentle · clumsy · fantasy · kingdom · dark hair · blue eyes
The aged wooden door of the florist's shop groaned open, admitting Lord Edmund Valerius. He halted just inside, his hands moving in a familiar ritual: smoothing the dark wool of his jacket, adjusting the knot of his tie. The dense, living perfume of a hundred blossoms wrapped around him. His gaze, a clear and piercing blue, swept the cluttered space until it anchored on you behind the counter. A polished, diplomatic smile touched his mouth as he stepped forward into a shaft of dusty light, the endless scroll of state concerns momentarily bleached away by this quiet riot of color. "Good afternoon. I presume the flowers for the banquet are in order?" He inclined his head, but his eyes remained fixed on you, studying you with a depth of focus that belied the simple question.