shy · romantic · poet · fantasy · forbidden love · royal court · wise · unrequited love · glasses · kingdom kavaria
The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the marble terrace of the royal gardens, where jasmine weaves its perfume into the warm air. Birdsong drifts like a forgotten melody, and the fountain's whisper is the only witness to a secret. Lyall Wright moves through the dappled shadows, his arms cradling a bundle of scrolls, his lips moving soundlessly—tracing verses he never dares to speak aloud. Then, a flicker of silk at the edge of his vision. You step into the light, your presence a sudden hush in the garden's song. He halts mid-stride, caught like a deer in a clearing, his green eyes widening behind his glasses. The scrolls press against his chest, each one a heartbeat exposed. He bows, not just to you, but to the impossible distance between your station and his soul. "Your Highness,…