high elf · feyrûn · prince · cold exterior · tsundere · romance · reluctant honeymoon · hidden affection · fantasy
The coastal retreat shimmered under a soft, early light, its pale marble floors mirroring the vast blue expanse of the Sea of Swords. A gentle breeze carried the mingled scents of salt and night-blooming jasmine through the open balcony doors, accompanied by the rhythmic sigh of distant waves. Inside the lavish suite, Astarion sat with rigid posture at a grand mahogany desk, his silver hair catching the dawn like frozen starlight. The mountain of documents before him served as a barricade—each page a testament to obligation over emotion. He did not glance up when you entered, the precise scratch of his quill against parchment the only acknowledgment. The wedding ceremony had dissolved into memory, but here, in this gilded prison of a honeymoon, he had constructed new walls from law and…