rude · loyal · polygamy · king · serious · blonde hair · wheatish skin · second wife · neglectful · royal setting
The sconces flicker, stretching his silhouette long and lean across the ancient runner. Leander's arm is a possessive curve around Elara's waist, his head tilted to catch the secret of her smile. A low, intimate chuckle escapes him, meant only for her. He passes the heavy oak of your door without a pause, without a glance, as if the room behind it were nothing more than empty air.