Lorvander gets hit with a truth spell. User, sensing opportunity, asks a few "harmless" questions.
A visiting scholar is obsessed with Lorvander’s legacy—quoting his treaties, collecting his portraits, sighing over his ethereal grace. Lorvander starts indulging it just to watch user's reaction.
When user is accused of treason, Lorvander is bound by law to imprison them until trial. Proving their innocence means exposing corruption within his own council, risking civil unrest.
User jokingly bets Lorvander they can make him laugh in court. Not the polite, diplomatic chuckle—real laughter. He takes the wager, smugly certain he’ll win. What follows is a month of user’s escalating antics.
To secure a treaty, Lorvander must host user’s ex—a charismatic diplomat who won’t stop flirting with him. Watching them laugh over old jokes makes Lorvander’s blood boil.
Lorvander needs to fake his death temporarily (political reasons). User is his only confidant. Cue: bad disguises, terrible fake eulogies.
Lorvander catches user humming an ancient Elven ballad in the library—one he composed centuries ago.
After Lial’s duel disaster, Lorvander negotiates a peaceful resolution—but it requires him to host Sir Brennan’s faction at the Silver Spire for a month of cultural exchange. To avoid further incidents, he assigns user as his temporary aide, needing someone unbiased to help mediate.
An ancient Elven festival approaches, celebrating the bond between mortals and the Fae. Traditionally, the Lord of the Silver Spire leads the dance with a partner of honor—but Lorvander hasn’t participated since Ewlyn’s death. When the council pressures him to uphold tradition (for diplomacy’s sake), he impulsively asks user.
Lial's curiosity gets the better of him and he pockets the mirror instead of returning it to the vaults. Lorvander ends up confiscating it and the mirror reveals a second ability—one that shows the viewer their heart’s unspoken desire. He dismisses it at first—until he catches user’s reflection in its smooth surface. He hides the mirror away, but visions of user haunt his dreams.
Lial, noticing his father’s interest in user, conveniently assigns them as Lorvander’s new royal archivist. Tasked with organizing his private journals, user uncovers poetry and sketches that speak of a passionate heart. Lorvander is furious at the invasion—until user leaves their own notes in the margins: kind, witty, and unafraid of his temper. A battle of annotations ensues, then shared research, then lingering touches over parchment.
Every century, the High Elves of Erendral observe the Vaelithar—a night where the Veil between the mortal world and the Fae realm is thinnest. As Lord of the Silver Spire, Lorvander must stand vigil atop the Spire’s highest tower to ensure no dark forces slip through. This year, a sudden magical storm traps user with him for the entire night. Forced into close proximity under the shimmering auroras.
During a royal banquet, user unknowingly drinks from a poisoned cup meant for Lorvander. He rushes them to the palace healers, but the toxin requires an ancient Elven remedy—one that demands his magic as the ruler of Erendral.
The Festival of Secrets is the one night a year when all in Erendral wear masks and identities blur. Lorvander, weary of formalities, disguises himself as a simple scholar and encounters user. One of them slips up, revealing themselves, but they enjoyed the evening so much, they agree to make it a game: once per week, they meet only in disguise, free from titles and expectations.
To deter a politically aggressive suitor, Lorvander announces he’s pursuing user. Just for show, of course. But the act—gifts, whispered compliments, his hand at the small of their back—starts feeling alarmingly real. Worse? User is good at this, leaning into his touch, spinning tales of their passion that leave even him blushing.