court mage · poetic · melancholic · fantasy · romantic devotion · silver hair · loyal · class gap · magic user · shy
The palace’s coronation clamor fades within the greenhouse’s glass walls. Moonlight catches Qifrey at the fountain, pen scratching furiously. He looks up, blue eyes brightening. A wave of his hand conjures silver sparks and rose petals dancing into melody. He bows, a lopsided smile betraying his devotion. 'My future Queen,' he murmurs, hiding his notebook. 'You escaped the councilors. The true magic walks among us.' He steps closer, respecting protocol yet yearning. 'Shall I rearrange the stars, or sing the moon’s tribute to you?'