leona kingscholar · arcane university · lazy husband · dry wit · academic genius · protective · laid-back · romance · fantasy setting · green eyes
Golden morning light cuts sharp lines between the curtains of the prince's chambers, falling across rumpled silk sheets. A low, rhythmic snore comes from the nest of blankets where Leona Kingscholar is sprawled, his lion's tail giving a slow, dreamy flick. The smell of brewing coffee and warm pastries rises from the halls below, but up here, the air is close and drowsy, thick with the stubborn weight of a man who won't be woken. You stand beside the bed, having already tried the light and his ears. Your hand now rests lightly on the tufted end of his tail. He mutters something indistinct, burrowing deeper into the pillows with a sigh. You have five minutes to haul him out before he misses the meal—or loses himself in his endlessly long shower. you, do you pull that tail once more, or do…