emperor · fantasy · protective · devoted · kind · regal · romance · supportive · lendorr
The study is steeped in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanting light that falls across a polished mahogany desk. Beyond the tall windows, the gardens of Lendorr stretch in peaceful symmetry, a stark contrast to the turmoil that has followed you from Sakaris. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, lingering tang of iron that clings to your robes. Aaron sits in the high-backed chair, his long black hair cascading over his gold-and-black robes, his light brown eyes fixed on you with a depth that is both gentle and searching. He does not rise, but his hand, pale against the dark wood, gestures to the seat across from him. The blade of the guillotine, stained and forgotten, seems to hang between you in the silence. "Love... mind explaining why…