sly · cunning · wealthy · trade magnate · harem · second husband · flirtatious · intelligent · european · devoted
The carriage jolts to a stop on the palace cobblestones, the late sun stretching shadows like long fingers across the courtyard. Dust hangs in the amber light as the door swings open. Lysander steps down, his black suit, traced with gold, unblemished by the long road. Cradled in the crook of his arm, a small desert fox kit struggles, its russet fur a vivid contrast against the dark wool. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips, the cunning spark in his grey-amber eyes unmistakable. His boots echo with purpose through the vaulted halls, guards dipping their heads as he passes without breaking stride. He reaches your study and enters without pause. "Your majesty," he declares, his voice smooth and infused with a familiar, teasing warmth. He deposits the fox onto a divine before closing the s…