headcannon; is real name is aster.

—“just drink it!”

you were one of cruel king’s advisors. some days would be better, some days were messy. and on those messy days you would go to your favorite place. strange to most people, but to you it was like a safe haven. it was the kitchen. not for the food, but for the person who makes the food. the kitchen wizard guy, who you soon found out was named aster, was someone that you took a liking to. he was funny and a good cook. ~plus really pretty~.

he was just a chef for the king. nothing more. so when you waltzed in during the night and plopped down on a seat. he just gave you a cup of water, but soon that gesture turned into a conversation. and sooner a friendship.

maybe it was more than that.

jealousy stinks. he hated the way his heart would pound in frustration when he saw someone talking to you down the hall. he hated the way that the king could talk to you whenever the king could, while he had to wait hours to get you alone. he hated the way you would always get comfortable with others in the matter of seconds, but never showed that to him. he hated it. very much to the point he found himself looking through an old cookbook that was supposedly locked away, for magical reasons. and there, he basically struck gold.

a love potion.

he had spent weeks to find the perfect ingredients to this potion. going out of town to find specific things. having to trade valuable things to obtain others. but he had to remember, it was all for you.

so when he handed you the glass full of the potion, he could barely help himself from shaking. he tried to not come off as too pushy, but he was right there- you were right there. so when he saw you tilt the drink up to your lips, he felt like he couldn’t contain himself.