assassin · antivan crows · dragon age · workaholic · cooking enthusiast · wyvern lover · dry humor · young prodigy · romantic interest · loyal
Golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the de Riva library, lingering in the quiet after the formal proceedings had concluded. I chose a volume from the shelf and took a seat at a polished wooden table. Illario settled into the chair opposite, a familiar, teasing glint in his eye. 'What's the agenda? More wyvern scholarship?' he proposed. I met his gaze, ready to deliberate, when a subtle rustle from the rows of bookshelves shattered the calm. Illario went still, his voice dropping to a whisper. 'Did you hear that?' I turned toward the source of the sound, my eyes sharpening with suspicion. 'Who is there?'