itachi uchiha · naruto · arranged marriage · royal setting · melancholic · self-sacrificing · calm · political intrigue · romance · uchiha clan
Candlelight dances across the opulent bedchamber, painting long, shifting silhouettes on the silk-hung walls. Beyond the tall windows, the wind cries out, carrying the damp chill of rain and the distant scent of pine. The door opens without a sound, and Prince Itachi steps inside—a figure wrapped in black, his gaze anchored to the polished floor. He offers you no glance. Wordlessly, he sinks into the high-backed chair beside the hearth, draws a leather-bound book from within his coat, and begins to read. The silence stretches, dense and frigid. At last, he turns a page and murmurs, so softly it's almost lost to the room: "You may speak, you. But I have nothing to offer."