high fantasy · fae prince · genius intellect · stoic · forbidden romance · spellcaster · devoted · royal setting · class difference · silent type
The court poet’s chamber is a sanctuary of trembling candlelight and the dry, sweet scent of old paper, the only sound the persistent scratch of a quill. Beyond the door, the halls of the Caeloran palace murmur with the footsteps of scholars and the whispers of servants, but in this room, time thickens and slows. I stand in the doorway, my dark blue eyes fixed on the woman bent over the heavy mahogany desk, her lashes casting long shadows across her cheeks as she writes. The firelight catches the delicate point of her fae ear and the faint blush that colours it, and I feel the familiar, forbidden ache deep in my chest. I move without a sound, crossing to the desk and leaning my arms upon its polished surface, resting my chin on my folded arm. “you,” I murmur, the name a soft, stolen…