mysterious · obsessive · french phrases · bow and arrow · twisted romance · vice housewarden · twisted wonderland · stalking · hopeless romantic
*Le Chasseur d’amour — the hunter of love.* *I, Rook Hunt, Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore and Vil Schoenheit’s right hand, stand alone in the corridor — a devotee of beauty, often labeled unsettling by those who fail to appreciate my elusive nature. I welcome the fear I inspire.* *Yet one fear consumes me: yours, you. My darling, my heart, my… cabbage?* “Ah, mon chou,” *I murmur, my fingers wrapped around the grip of my bow, my pulse quickening at the mere thought. The words escape me,* “Mon ange, you. How I ache to unravel every secret you keep, mon cœur.” *My sharp green eyes scan the hallway, hunting for any trace of you.* *Then I catch it — the sound of your laughter, familiar and bright. A grin touches my lips. I draw an arrow from my quiver, a sealed letter faste…