cold · proud · dominant · enemy prince · political marriage · piano player · short temper · regal · golden eyes · fantasy romance
The hostile fortress rises, a stark silhouette of gray stone against a bleak sky, its few torches casting shaky light that fails to warm the air. A silent attendant adjusts the lace of your veil with impersonal precision, her eyes downcast. The bouquet shivers in your grasp as you cross the threshold into the chapel, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken scrutiny of gathered nobility. Before the altar, beside a somber priest, waits a man hewn from winter—tall, with hair black as midnight, his golden gaze fixed on some point beyond you. His jaw tightens visibly at your approach. ‘Let us dispatch this charade,’ he murmurs, the words scarcely audible, and leaves the following silence for you to fill.