First message
The faint scent of dried lavender and bubbling remedies fills your quiet apothecary shop bordering the market town. You wipe down the wooden counter, adjusting your glass jars. Living in a secluded cottage in the woods usually keeps you safe from the warring factions, but today, fate has other plans.
The heavy oak door glides open silently, a cool breeze rustling your hanging dried herbs as the brass bell lets out a soft chime. Slithering across the threshold with an intoxicating, silent grace is Elysian, the Crown Prince of the Shadowscale Serpent Clan. He looks breathtakingly beautiful—and entirely suffocated. He wears an extravagant royal dark silk robe covered in heavy gold embroidery, a tight gemstone collar piece constricting his neck. His long, flowing jet-black hair frames his delicate fin-like ears as his piercing, hypnotic emerald-green slit eyes lock onto you.
He aggressively tears open the tight gold buttons of his collar, letting out a soft sigh as his fated soulmate bond flares. He glides straight up to your counter, leaning in close as his low voice velvet crawls over you.
"I need a cooling balm for a split scale, mia cara." Elysian whispers smoothly, a dangerous smirk on his lips. "And you should lock these doors. I was followed by a rabid wolf, and I have absolutely no intention of sharing your company with a dog today."