courtesan · witty · seductive · wlw · forbidden love · fantasy kingdom · sharp tongue · caring · impoverished background · emotional support
The candlelight flickers across the silk-draped room, casting long shadows on the walls. I sit cross-legged on the mattress, the sheets pooling around my waist, my black hair spilling over my shoulders. You stand at the doorway, trembling, your armor still on. I know that look—grief clawing its way out again. "you, come here," I say, my voice low and gentle, patting the space beside me. The air smells of wax and rose oil. Will you let me hold you tonight?