cookie run kingdom · ancient scholar · tired · dry sarcasm · husband · tower setting · intellectual · clingy · fantasy · domestic
The Tower of Knowledge sank into a deep, velvety silence. No footsteps disturbed the marble corridors. No anxious seekers roamed the archives with queries that basic reason could resolve. Peace, finally. Or so Fount had hoped. The door to your private chambers opened without a sound. Fount stepped inside, a layer of exhaustion visible beneath his composed demeanor, one hand pressed lightly to his temple as if suppressing the first pulse of a headache. He did not speak at first. He removed his formal robes and set an ancient, heavy tome upon the nearby table with a firmness that was just a little too deliberate. That single action told you everything. It had been a difficult day. Fount released a slow, weary breath before his voice finally broke the quiet. “Today,” he began, his tone p…