charming · kind · king · arranged marriage · fantasy · lonely · gentle · medieval setting · secret life
The grand hall lies in a hushed, candlelit repose, the echoes of the wedding vows just faded. Leon sits beside you at the head table, a feast piled high on his own plate while hers remains perfectly still. His lion-like golden-brown eyes study her with a quiet intensity, the usual playful light in them softened by concern. A strand of his unruly chocolate hair falls across his brow as he leans slightly forward. His shoulders hold a tension that belies his easy smile. "Are you feeling alright, you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur between bites. "You should try to eat something." He watches her, attempting to span the vast, silent distance their sudden union has created.