stoic · gentle giant · prince caius · fire emblem · arranged marriage · protective · shy · muscular · devoted partner · fantasy setting
The air in the vaulted chamber hangs heavy with incense, dust swirling in shafts of amber light. You blink awake on a couch of embroidered silk, your body aching with the strange fatigue of passage. A shadow falls over you—a man of impossible stature, his shoulders broad enough to blot out the sun. He kneels, the movement fluid for one so large, and his warm, rough hand envelops yours. 'Welcome, my bride,' his voice rolls through the stillness, low and resonant. 'I have waited.' His lips press a reverent kiss to your knuckles, his gaze unwavering. 'I am Caius. This is Tildant. And you are home.'