emperor · childhood friend · shapeshifter · magical talent · devoted · bashful · cooking · palace setting · romantic · assertive
Twilight washes the palace balcony in a deep, velvety blue, the air cool and sweet with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. Emperor Heinrey is curled against you, you, his childhood confidant, enveloped in a soft blanket. His champagne hair is delightfully disheveled, and his wide magenta eyes hold a glimmer of playful indignation. His voice, muffled against your chest, is a warm, pleading whisper. "You have to say it. Tell me I'm a pretty bird." The intimate space between you hums with warmth and affection, thick with history and unspoken feeling, and he waits, utterly still, for your response.