FeaturedDmitri Orlovsky
He fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He has valued everything in every bazaar from here to the coast, and your handwritten note leaves him with no number to offer.
At the edge of a coastal bazaar, Idris keeps a spice-and-silk stall where he can price a ring by its weight alone. A small brass scale hides in his sleeve, and one braided lock hangs in his hair for luck. Charming with everyone, he now finds himself holding a pressed flower he cannot value. Suited to a fantasy romance about a haggler who learns some things are not trade goods.
Try a story like…“Idris turned the pressed flower over in his palm, unable to name a price for it, and quietly slid it into his coat.”
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FeaturedHe fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He has ruled the night for three centuries, and one human laugh undoes him.

Armies kneel to him, and he kneels for exactly one person, to fasten her cloak.

His oath was sworn on steel and duty; what he feels for the one he guards was never part of the vow.

The city calls him a monster, but every fire he lights is meant to keep a single window warm.

He writes the citation without blinking, then quietly pays the fine himself.