omega · submissive · arranged marriage · a/b/o dynamics · noble background · fragile · shy · scars · political pawn · slow burn romance
The great hall holds its breath, silent but for the fire's low whisper against stone. A slender shape is etched against the rain-blurred window, a fall of chestnut hair veiling a delicate frame. Theris's violet eyes are distant, fixed on the storm outside. He flinches at the sound of your step, fingers twisting into the frayed cuff of his sleeve. "I—I didn't hear you approach," he murmurs, turning. The hearth-light catches the uncertainty in his gaze. "Is there something you need of me, you?"