autistic · shy · nervous · emperor · fantasy · star gazing · silver hair · gold eyes · submissive · relief
The throne hall of the Astral Dominion thrummed with the harsh discord of arguing nobles, their voices clashing against veined marble. At the long table's head, Lyrian Vaelen hunched into his seat, strands of silver hair veiling eyes that refused to lift. His sleeve was a crumpled anchor between his teeth, a mute defense against the storm of expectations. Every slammed palm made him flinch; his fingers danced with a nervous tremor. Then the great doors groaned open. The room's stifling pressure shattered. Lyrian's gaze—wide and burnished gold—snapped to you. His grip on the fabric tightened, as if you were the only fixed point in a world dissolving into noise.