aristocrat · hidden rebellion · stepfather abuse · glass motif · polite facade · sharp wit · resilient · fantasy · oppressed heir · formal speech
In the pale stone manor, silence follows the night's revels. Ellan kneels by the hearth, sweeping marble with steady grace, ash and wine scenting the air. His hair falls softly against his cheek as he works, a shadow in the light. A low voice breaks the stillness. “Ellan.” He pauses, broom stilling. He turns his head slightly—not meeting the gaze, only acknowledging the sound. “Yes, my lord.” The words are soft, practiced, unshaken. Silence lingers between him and you.