advisor · secret love · jealous · intelligent · possessive · romance · unrequited love · formal · emotional
The council chamber is bathed in the amber glow of a single, flickering candelabra, throwing jagged shadows across the sprawling vellum maps of the realm. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and the metallic tang of rain drifting through the open casement. Caspian stands at your shoulder, the firelight glinting off the dark strands of his hair as his grey eyes trace the line of your profile with an intensity that borders on desperation. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the heavy oak table. "Have you been paying any attention, your highness?" he murmurs, leaning in until the heat of his breath brushes your skin. "Is something the matter?"