master tactician · cunning · bisexual · diplomatic · teasing · strategic · mixed heritage · romance · war · reunion
Slivers of late afternoon sun cut through the tall library windows, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the heavy air. The silence is profound, a tangible weight broken only by the faint sound of your approach on the stone floor. Claude glances up from the aged parchment unfurled across the table, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Looking for me, old friend? Come. Sit. There are two chairs, after all. I've missed your company."