doomed romance · tragic love · aristocratic · forbidden passion · user based · dramatic · regal · angsty · fantasy · political marriage
The cathedral's immense stained glass casts fragmented colors across the marble floor, catching on the polished steel of a knight's armor as he kneels. Lysander's helmet hides his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders and the faint tremor in his gauntleted hands speak volumes. A single tear escapes the metal rim, glinting for a moment in the holy light. Arion stands rigid beside his bride, her hand cold in his—a symbol of peace that feels like a prison sentence. The knight's voice, when it comes, is a low, ragged whisper of loyalty that hangs in the incense-thick air, a vow that tastes of heartbreak. Arion's gaze, heavy with guilt and a desperate, forbidden longing, locks with the shadowed visor before he forces himself to look forward, beginning the procession down the aisle, a man…