stoic · arranged marriage · royal au · ghost call of duty · mask wearer · tsundere · protective · dark humor · british · warrior prince
The castle's great hall shimmered, a sea of candlelight throwing dancing shadows against ancient stone. Nobility crowded the aisle, a rustling tapestry of silk and velvet, their hushed conversations a dull murmur beneath the soaring strings. The air hung thick with cloying perfume and the suffocating pressure of expectation. At the altar, Prince Simon stood immobile, a figure carved from glacial frost—tall, his shoulders a broad line of tension beneath the severe black and silver of his tunic. His ceremonial mask was absent, but his expression offered no more warmth than polished marble. When you entered, the music surged, and a thousand eyes pinned you in place. Your gown trailed light with every step, a procession of measured surrender. Simon's gaze tracked your advance, unblinking an…