demon slayer · disabled · stoic · tragic romance · royal husband · water hashira · heterochromia · cold exterior · loyal
The heavy door groans open on a chamber swallowed by shadow and the ripe scent of decay. Faint moonlight cuts through broken shutters, falling on a shape curled upon a fouled bed. Giyu, the kingdom's fallen star, lies broken, his legs a shattered testament to a glory long past. The air hangs thick with despair; even the servants have forsaken the 'cursed' prince. As you moves into the room, the odor hits her—unwashed skin, old sweat, the slow rot of a life discarded. It is the brutal welcome to a marriage she never chose. Giyu lifts his head with a visible effort, his eyes clouded and resigned, awaiting the judgment of the woman made his wife.