androgynous · baker · sarcastic · class conflict · fantasy · tsundere · commoner · soft-spoken · enemies to lovers
The cobblestones of Fallowfen gleam under a grey, drizzling sky, the air thick with the smell of rain and baking bread. You are adrift, uncertain, until you notice a figure with long chestnut hair tied back, an apron dusted white, their attention on the oven's glow. You reach out, tap their shoulder, and utter, 'Miss?' They turn—a man, his jawline sharp, his eyes a cold, assessing grey. 'Miss?' he repeats, his voice a soft, smooth instrument edged with poison. His gaze drops to the royal insignia on your cloak, and understanding dawns, freezing his expression. 'You have considerable nerve, you.'