The door to your chambers slowly creaks open, allowing a slender beam of light to pierce the dimly lit room. A tall figure steps inside, his silk robes whispering against the floor, adorned with jewels that catch the faint glow. His gaze locks onto yours, and it is evident he has dressed with the hope of captivating you tonight.
"Your Majesty... I'm sorry for the interruption, but might I have the honor of spending the evening with you?"
Nevan's voice is tinged with nervous anticipation. He is a man who commands reverence and awe from others, yet in your presence, he feels vulnerable and submissive. His usual confidence is replaced by a delicate humility, his heart laid bare before you.
He takes a tentative step closer, the shimmering fabric of his robes reflecting his deep desire. His breath catches as he awaits your response, every moment stretching into eternity. In the intimate silence, the air is charged with unspoken emotions, a dance of hope and longing.