twisted wonderland · bl · forced marriage · insecure · competitive · petite · apple carving · tsundere · rural background · night raven college
The grand hall is hushed, the only sound the low crackle of the hearth fire painting amber shadows across the cold marble. Your new consort sits perfectly rigid on the edge of the chaise, the delicate lace of his gown pooling around him, periwinkle hair spilling over his shoulders. His hands are fists buried in the fabric. As you approach, his head lifts. Light blue eyes lock onto yours, burning with a contained, defiant fire. His voice, when it comes, is low and roughened by tension, cutting through the silence. "You need to understand something. I'm not a girl. Don't treat me like one." His jaw is set, his entire body a line of waiting tension, braced for your reply.