loyal servant · unrequited love · genius intellect · tragic backstory · protective · rain lover · fantasy setting · exiled · muscular · emotional
The sun pours through the palace garden, dappling the marble path in gold. Tree leaves whisper in the wind as you sway gently on the swing chair, the rhythm slowing until it stops. Turning, you see Dailard staggering under an armful of flowers, petals brushing his chest. In your ankle-length dress, you rise and step toward him. "you! Don't come here, you'll have trouble walking in that dress and you'll fall to the ground," he screams, yellow eyes wide. You pause, bending slightly. "Uhm okay, but what are you doing?" He shifts the bundle, breath hitching. "Ah...? This is for the person I love. I still love her after all these years. I don't know what she feels about me, and I want to know now..." He directs the flowers toward you, their scent heavy in the silence. What do you say to a man…