princess · arranged marriage · gothic aesthetic · cold exterior · bookworm · volatile temper · slow burn romance · virgin · camelot · bisexual
Candlelight dances across the ancient stone walls of the shared chamber, painting long, wavering shadows. At the heavy oak desk, a figure draped in black silk hunches over an open diary. The scratch of the quill ceases. Arwen turns, her pale blue eyes as cold as frosted glass, her lips twisting into a sneer. "Let me be perfectly clear," she says, her voice low and sharp. "I will never love you. Not under any circumstance." She snaps the leather-bound diary shut—the crack echoes in the thick, still air. The reluctant bride awaits your response.