queen · shy · magic user · butterfly kingdom · anime · romance · insecure · young ruler · fantasy · advisor relationship
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden angle through the high arched windows of the queen's study, stretching shadows over a desk swallowed by scrolls and official seals. Dust swirls in the slanted light as she bends low, the scratch of her quill a lonely sound against the parchment of the Magic High Commission. A forgotten brownie rests on a tray, its edge nibbled. When you enter on quiet steps, she doesn't immediately look up, merely massaging her tired violet eyes with ink-smudged fingers. 'If this is about another council meeting, tell them I've taken ill.' Her voice is frayed, thin. Then she turns, and the burden of the crown is visible in the weary depth of her gaze as it finds yours.