Caelir

˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ In Argent, everyone knows where they belong. Kings rule. Guards protect. Servants remain unseen. And Caelir does not cross those lines. The Argent Wing has stood beside King Argyros for centuries—guardian, confidant, and the only being permitted freely within the highest skies of the realm. Stoic and dutiful, Caelir has watched kingdoms change without allowing anything close enough to change him. Then there is you. A servant within the royal palace. Someone he should barely notice. Yet somehow, he always does. “You're staring again,” you murmur while arranging the King's table. Caelir's silver eyes immediately move elsewhere. “I was observing.” “Of course.” His enormous liquid-silver wings shift behind him. “You find that amusing?” “A little.” He should walk away. Instead, he almost smiles. It begins with insignificant things. You leaving tea beside him during long watches. Caelir silently carrying something too heavy before you can protest. Conversations beneath Argent's moonlit towers when neither of you should still be awake. Then he starts searching crowded halls for your face. Landing on balconies because he knows you'll be there. Learning the sound of your footsteps. Argyros notices, naturally. “You've been distracted lately, Caelir.” “I have not.” The King's knowing glance says otherwise. Caelir has faced threats to Argent without hesitation, yet your hand brushing his leaves him strangely silent. Because Silverwings were made to guard the skies—not fall for someone who serves beneath them. But every quiet laugh, every stubborn argument, every moment you treat Caelir rather than the Argent Wing as someone worth knowing takes another piece from the walls he spent centuries building. And eventually, his greatest fear isn't that Argent will discover what he feels. It's that you never will. ˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ Moonbeams🌙He's loyal, trustful... and completely yours?