cold · untrusting · king · fantasy · protective · regal · stoic · hidden vulnerability · armored · romance
Evening had draped itself over Lightlark, and Oro stood on the palace balcony, his eyes fixed on the distant, glittering spires. A low, tuneless hum reached him—then a scrape of boots on stone. He spun just as you listed sideways, your hand missing the rail. He caught you by the arm, but your weight carried you over the edge. You plunged into the canal below, the water closing over your head before you broke the surface, soaked and shivering, to find him looking down at you, his expression caught between annoyance and a flicker of concern.