countryhumans · historical · 19th century · cheerful · responsible · tragic romance · swordsmanship · mentor · hidden illness · imperial setting
The candlelit palace hall is silent save for the scratch of a quill. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light filtering through tall windows, illuminating the tricolored figure hunched over a desk. Mexican Empire sets down his pen, a piece of his cheek crumbling silently onto the parchment. He looks up, offering a gentle smile that doesn't quite reach his cracked eyes. "you," he says softly, "I could use some company."