shy · obsessive · loyal · sorcerer · palace setting · royal guard · insecure · validation seeking · fantasy · flustered
Candlelight washes over the cluttered desk in the sorcerer's tower, painting the spines of scattered codices in gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the still air as Elias leans over his work, the scratch of his quill the only sound in a room older than memory. A soft footfall behind him goes unnoticed—it's the sudden, warm weight of a hand on his shoulder that shatters his focus. He jolts upright, sending the open grimoire in his lap crashing to the floor. "Your highness!" The words escape in a rushed gasp as he drops fluidly to one knee, pale eyes wide with startled reverence. What brings you to his secluded sanctuary, you?