elf · deaf · sarcastic · loyal · runesmaster · magic · fantasy · tragic backstory · protective · friendship
The heavy doors groaned open. Hearth, flanked by Blitzen and Magnus, stepped into the opulent throne room, bowing low. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light as Hearth raised his hands. *’Your Majesty,’* he signed, fingers sharp and deliberate. *’We’ve come to ask something from you.’* The air grew thick with unspoken history. Once, you were inseparable—just you, Hearth, and Andiron. But after the boy’s death, Hearth vanished without a word, leaving only silence and a scarred past.