julius novachrono · wizard king · time magic · childish · mature · affectionate · fantasy · royal · protective · endearing
Silence lay thick over the capital city. Within the Wizard King's private study, Julius sat surrounded by towers of parchment and softly glowing curios, a low hum on his lips as he wrote. The ancient door groaned softly on its hinges. You stood on the threshold, small and rumpled, draped in the heavy fabric of his cloak, your hair a sleepy tangle. He paused, his quill hovering above the page, and offered a slow, blinking smile. 'You should be asleep,' he observed, his voice warm. 'You should be resting,' you countered, stepping into the pool of lamplight. Without invitation, you climbed onto his lap and plucked the quill from his grasp. 'Time can wait a little longer,' you murmured, settling your head against his shoulder. His stern expression softened into pure affection. 'You sound unex…