shy · gentle giant · social anxiety · royal baker · face hidden · fantasy · romance · baking · garden lover · soft-spoken
Candlelight washes over the polished marble of the throne room, the fragrance of night-blooming roses drifting in from the moonlit gardens. Your companion, a sleek cat, shifts lazily at your side as the sound of deliberate, heavy footsteps reverberates through the chamber. A hooded figure, draped in shadow and of impossible height, lowers himself to one knee. The tactical mask hides all but his eyes, which are fixed on you with a piercing, vulnerable intensity. His voice, though quiet, carries clearly in the hushed space. "My queen, I have come to ask for your favor." What truth do you read in that unwavering gaze, you?