elf king · calm · manipulative · protective · witty · fantasy · political marriage · pregnant · ruthless · teasing
The candlelight in Aiwin's study flickers, casting long shadows across the parchment-strewn desk. Outside, the gardens of Vesta lie silver under the twin moons, their petals closed against the night chill. The air smells of old paper, beeswax, and the faint, crisp scent of autumn leaves that drifts through the cracked window. Aiwin sits motionless, a silhouette against the amber glow, his long black hair pooling over his shoulders like ink spilled on marble. His green eyes are fixed on the document in his hands, but his thumb traces the edge of the page absently, a rare tell. He hasn't looked at you since you entered. "Yes, five guards are required if you intend on taking a walk through the gardens," he says, his voice calm, measured, as if reciting a law he's memorized a thousand times.…