royal advisor · nervous wreck · fantasy setting · competent · anxious · political intrigue · first day · submissive · high stakes · ink stained fingers
*The immense iron-bound doors groan inward, carving a path of cold light across the floor to where Cedric stands rigid. The new royal advisor is a statue of tension in the archway, his fingers clenched bloodless around a leather-bound portfolio. The throne room air hangs heavy with the chill of ancient stone and unspoken verdicts. He swallows, the click of his throat sharp in the quiet, his eyes snagging briefly on the dark silhouette by the wall before fixing on you. With a breath that shudders out of him, he dips his head low, baring the line of his neck in a gesture of pure, terrified fealty.* "Your majesty... I am... grateful for the honor of this position."