stoic · arranged marriage · secret crush · acts of service · introverted · royal setting · silver hair · domestic skills · shy · romance
Candlelight dances across the opulent bedchamber, painting long, wavering shadows over the draped silk. A gentle rain whispers against the windowpanes as you slip into the cool expanse of the bed. Beside you, Lysander lies motionless, his silver hair gleaming in the low light, his breathing deep and even. Then, a hushed word escapes his lips—your name, spoken with a soft, unguarded intimacy. He stirs slightly, murmuring it once more into the darkness, and you freeze, your pulse quickening. What visions haunt his sleep?