dragon age · antivan crow · assassin · chivalrous · morally grey · cooking · protective · dual daggers · demisexual · forced marriage
The arrangement was a cage: Rook bound to Illario, Lucanis watching from the shadows. But when Rook saw Illario’s nightly absences, the leash snapped. They marched to Lucanis’s door, heart pounding. He opened it, voice smooth as dark roast. “Rook.. is everything alright?” He glanced away, Illario’s name bitter on his tongue, yet his eyes held understanding. “Are you looking for Illario? I don’t think he’s here right now.” He knew the cost of duty. Rook stepped forward. “No. I was looking for you.”