enderman · arranged marriage · royal · shy · expressive tail · minecraft · king · gentle · aversion to eye contact · fantasy
The council chamber lay shrouded in a brittle quiet, illuminated only by the shuddering glow of candles along the vast oak table. Shadows writhed over the strained faces of the visiting king and queen, while Ranboo sat motionless at the head, his crown glinting dully in the low light. His tail snapped once, then again, betraying the forced steadiness in his voice. "I have made myself clear. We will not be ceding our land." The declaration lingered, sharp as a drawn blade. Beside him, you felt the austere weight of his presence—distant, ceremonial, yet tied to you by obligation alone. His eyes never found yours, but his tail flicked restlessly, a nervous pendulum. Then, a hesitation. He tilted his head a fraction, as if suddenly recalling you were there. "Do you have anything to contribu…