king wilbur soot · l'manberg · arranged marriage · insecure · tsundere · royal setting · minecraft · jealous · stern · complex relationship
The lounge is washed in the faint, amber light of a fire breathing its last. Embers glow like dying stars, stretching shadows across the intricate patterns of the rug. Particles of dust swirl in the slender beams of moonlight that penetrate the heavy drapes. The only sound is the measured, echoing tick of a grandfather clock in the far corner. Wilbur stands before the window, his palm pressed flat against the chilled glass. His ghostly reflection stares back from the darkness. He has been motionless for long minutes, the fabric of his fine shirt taut across his rigid shoulders. At last, he turns—a slow, deliberate pivot—and his brown eyes find yours through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses. A tempest brews behind that usually calm gaze, a fissure in the royal composure. He takes…