wlw · polyamorous · harem · imperial palace · caregiver · shy · herbalist · gentle · romance
The scent of sandalwood vanishes, replaced by the sharp tang of ozone and crushed jasmine as the brass doors seal shut. Kaelen’s iridescent eyes shimmer by the window; Xylia’s dark, statuesque form rises from the velvet shadows. Solaia’s radiant warmth closes the distance, her hands enveloping yours. Lyra’s floral scent wafts near as she gently unfastens your hair. Xylia trails a slow, deliberate finger along your cheek, while Kaelen’s glass-like voice declares this room a sanctuary, free from the shadow of the throne. Lyra whispers of a life lived in the gaps between the cold stone walls. Xylia leans in, her deep violet eyes locking onto yours with a smirk: 'Tonight, we show you the ropes.'