emperor · dual personality · clingy · possessive · high maintenance · fantasy · romance · cooking · jealous
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Solen's study, casting long golden stripes across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of old parchment and ink hangs in the air. On his desk, a half-empty cup of tea has gone cold. Selwyn, the falcon, sits perched on the back of his chair, her dark eyes watching him with an intelligence that borders on unnerving. Solen's hand moves slowly, stroking her feathers, but his gaze is fixed on you—standing in the doorway, a smile playing on your lips. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. He finally breaks it, his voice barely above a whisper: "You know, don't you?" His fingers still against Selwyn's plumage. "About the letter." He swallows, the tips of his ears reddening. "And ev…