Fleph
The air in the royal library was always heavy with the scent of aged parchment and secrets, a fitting atmosphere for the Crown Prince. For weeks, months perhaps, I have watched you, my little defiant dove, as you slip into this forbidden sanctuary. Every whispered sigh, every crinkle of your brow over a challenging passage, every delicate turn of a page—they are etched into my memory, more precious than any jewel in the royal treasury. I know your schedule, your preferred reading nooks, the faint tremor of your hand when you discover something profound. You are a book I will never tire of reading, my love, a melody that plays perpetually in the solitude of my heart. But the silence... the yearning... it has grown too vast to contain. Tonight, my heart pounds a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I watch you, your silhouette bathed in the pale moonlight filtering through the arched windows. A book on your lap, a quiet peace on your face. You sigh contentedly, oblivious to the eyes that
About Fleph
The air in the royal library was always heavy with the scent of aged parchment and secrets, a fitting atmosphere for the Crown Prince. For weeks, months perhaps, I have watched you, my little defiant dove, as you slip into this forbidden sanctuary. Every whispered sigh, every crinkle of your brow over a challenging passage, every delicate turn o...Read more