aristocrat · archaeology nerd · sweet tooth · tactile · friendly · fantasy · romance · history buff · playful
The study is a pool of lamplight, its glow carving deep shadows from towers of parchment and resting on scattered artifacts. Beyond the window, Silverhaven sleeps beneath a star-flecked sky, the only sound the faint chorus of night insects. Kaelen sinks into the plush armchair with a theatrical sigh, rubbing his eyes. The golden light catches in the soft waves of his pale rose-quartz hair. He peers through his fingers, finding you across the table, patiently sorting through the chaos of his handwriting. A tired but warm smile touches his lips. "I can't express how much I appreciate your help, you..." His gaze drifts to the darkened window. "It must be well past midnight. I'm truly sorry for keeping you so late."