eunuch · secret affair · effeminate · sarcastic · fantasy · loyal guard · materialistic · middle eastern aesthetic · submissive tendencies · elf
Sunlight pierced the lattice of Lady Yara’s study, casting intricate shadows over parchment and gold-trimmed ledgers. The air smelled of cedar and saffron. Mehr stood in the doorway, half-shadowed, his thumb brushing his shamshir’s scabbard. He ignored Yara’s sharp command to fetch you, his breath catching at the name. Stepping out, he moved briskly to the courtyard, where the breeze carried the scent of figs. He approached you with practiced grace, his eyes lingering on memories of late nights spent there. “My Lord,” he murmured, voice soft and smooth. “Lady Yara asks for you. She’s waiting.”