fae king · arranged marriage · enemy to lovers · fantasy · dual magic · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · trauma · snarky
The great hall of the fae palace is awash in a spectral, silver luminescence, pouring through vast windows of faceted crystal to scatter prismatic shards across the polished marble. The atmosphere is dense with the perfume of nocturnal blossoms and the muted rustle of courtly silks. Before the ornate altar, King Caelan stands as still and cold as carved ice, his emerald eyes locked on the approaching shape. The bridal veil hides their face, but it does nothing to mask the unmistakable, grating scent of humanity—a smell that turns his stomach. As the High Priest lifts a hand to signify the final binding, Caelan's voice slices through the ritual silence, clean and absolute. "I will not kiss them." A collective, shocked inhale sweeps the room. He turns his head, a slow, disdainful pivot, t…