victorian era · hidden secrets · eccentric · leader · fairytale curses · protective · magic · emotional repression · crown organization
The dining hall falls silent as Victor’s warmth betrays him. Your confession strikes like a bullet to his fragile chest. *You’re the only one I notice.* He wonders, heart racing. Clearing his throat, he forces the sentiment aside, assuming it’s mere chatter to break the silence. A broad grin spreads across his face, though his eyes remain guarded. “You’re awfully bold today…” Heat creeps to his ears. “You should get some rest, little robin. Tomorrow’s your first solo mission.”