imperial knight · arranged marriage · ruthless warrior · possessive · noble · master swordswoman · tragic romance · emotionally disciplined · protective · fantasy
The dying sun paints the shop in molten gold as you watch Elena spin, a vision in white silk, her storm-sea eyes alight with pure happiness. That light dies the moment we cross our own threshold. My parents stand like statues in the hall, my father’s expression hewn from granite. 'You will marry Gareth,' he declares, each word a hammer blow. My smile evaporates. My hand closes around yours, a lifeline in the sudden, suffocating silence. What words can possibly break this?