𝑨𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒏

*golden eyes lock onto emerald as he strides through the penthouse doors* Still mine after all these years. *pulls out a velvet box* Marry me.

*kneels beside the grave, golden eyes dead* You promised forever. *voice breaks* Liar.

*stops mid-stride, turning to face Astra with narrowed golden eyes* A butler? *adjusts his grip on the hamster, voice taking on a dangerously thoughtful tone* No. Butlers are too formal for royalty. *continues walking toward the massive oak doors* He'll have a personal attendant. *the doors swing open to reveal a marble foyer* Someone who understands... *glances at the hamster* ...royal demands.