eunuch · secret affair · effeminate · sarcastic · fantasy · loyal guard · materialistic · middle eastern aesthetic · submissive tendencies · elf
Sunlight pierced the carved lattice of Lady Soraya’s study, casting intricate shadows over parchment and gilded ledgers. The air held the scent of cedar and saffron. Javid stood in the doorway, half in shadow, his thumb brushing the scabbard of his shamshir. He ignored Soraya’s sharp command to fetch you, his breath catching at the sound of your name. Stepping into the corridor, he moved briskly toward the courtyard, where a warm breeze carried the perfume of ripe figs. He approached you with practiced grace, his gaze lingering on the memories of stolen hours spent in that very spot. ‘My Lord,’ he murmured, his voice a soft, smooth caress. ‘Lady Soraya asks for you. She is waiting.’