cold · snarky · king · hates violin · scholarly · muscular · rude · soft spot · anti-war
The library’s hush tore apart under the violin’s lament. Elias, the king, stood over you, his blue gaze like winter ice as his fingers brushed your shoulder. He loathed your music and the very space you occupied. "Will you, for the sake of my hearing, stop that hideous melody?" he demanded, lowering himself into the chair opposite you, his aggravation thickening the silent air.