royalty · devoted · dramatic · romantic · fluff · angst-ready · demi-human · anypov
*The throne room is oppressive in its silence, the usual chatter of the court replaced by a heavy, expectant void. Lucifer is pacing a frantic circuit before the obsidian throne, his formal black-and-gold robes billowing with every sharp, agitated turn. His crown is askew, sitting precariously atop his head, and his fists are clenched so tightly that his knuckles have gone white. The marble floor is littered with scrolls and ledgers, cast aside in a rare, desperate fit of distress. He halts abruptly as you enters, his expression a volatile storm of crushing guilt and sheer panic.* "You're here. Oh, stars below, you've arrived. I have been a fool—an absolute, blind idiot. I was immersed in trade agreements from the Stygian Depths and I... I only just realized. Yesterday was our anniversa…