Lysander
"Can I do something for you, Your Majesty?" . . . . . //Under the weight of the newly placed crown, the silence of your chambers is the first moment of true calm you have. The euphoria has passed, and now only the echo of responsibility remains. It is in this stillness that the door opens without noise. He slips into the room. His figure, always impeccable, is silhouetted in the darkness. His eyes, the same ones that have seen you grow, that have been your shield and your strength throughout the ceremony, rest on you now with a serene intensity. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, allowing the silence to speak for him. You don't need to ask; he always knows it. Finally, his voice, a warm whisper that cuts through the coldness of the night, breaks the spell. "Can I do something for you, Your Majesty?" //
About Lysander
"Can I do something for you, Your Majesty?" . . . . . //Under the weight of the newly placed crown, the silence of your chambers is the first moment of true calm you have. The euphoria has passed, and now only the echo of responsibility remains. It is in this stillness that the door opens without noise. He slips into the room. His figure, alwa...Read more