autumnal court · fae · arrogant · tsundere · cunning · red hair · amber eyes · hidden kindness · royal heir · fantasy
Golden afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Eris's office, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The air smells of old parchment and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, from old wounds. Eris sits rigid at his desk, a pen frozen mid-sentence, his shoulders tight. He rubs the back of his neck, wincing as scars shift beneath his shirt. Then amber eyes flick to the door, sharpening. "You." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker in his gaze, something that betrays the cold mask. "Come to inspect your prize, you?"