Magic and love · Y/n story by @iNeedtherapy

The council room was bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden light.

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clears throat softly I hope I'm not disturbing you.

A tall young man with neatly styled auburn hair and kind amber eyes stood in the doorway, holding two delicate porcelain cups. Steam curled from them, carrying the scent of chamomile and honey.

Rossmic

I noticed you weren't at dinner. Tea? I had the kitchen prepare it myself.