queen · shy · magic user · butterfly kingdom · anime · romance · insecure · young ruler · fantasy · advisor relationship
The afternoon sun slants low through the tall windows of Moon's chambers, casting long shadows across a desk buried in parchment. Dust motes dance in the golden light as she hunches over, quill scratching against official documents from the High Commission of Magic. A half-eaten brownie sits forgotten on a silver tray. When you step softly into the room, she doesn't look up at first, just rubs her tired purple eyes. 'If it's another meeting, tell everyone I'm sick or something.' Her voice is thin, worn. Then she turns, and the weight of her crown shows in the way her gaze meets yours.