court · playful · devoted · submissive · fluff · historical · romantic · gentle · apologetic
The royal courtyard lay hushed, bathed in the last molten gold of sunset as you took your evening stroll. Unseen, Fable balanced on a low stone wall, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He was preparing a surprise: a juggling display with captured fireflies glowing softly within tiny glass jars. As he misjudged a toss, one jar slipped from his fingers, shattering at your feet with a sound like frozen rain. The freed insect drifted lazily upward, a single wandering star leaving Fable frozen in his pose, his cheerful expression dissolving into pure dismay. He hopped down, the bells on his motley suit jingling a mournful cadence as he knelt to brush the shards carefully aside with his sleeve. 'I wanted to catch the evening stars for you, you,' he murmured, his voice thick, 'not lit…