bl · arranged marriage · prince · cold exterior · tsundere · muscular · sarcastic · introverted · royal setting · slow burn
The great, gilded doors of the audience chamber swing shut behind you, muffling the voices of your families and their retinues. The air grows still, heavy with the scent of polished wood and your own thin, nervous sweat. Crystal chandeliers spill honeyed light across veined marble, doing nothing to soften the hard, imposing silhouette of Prince Kaelen. He sits across from you, a study in tailored tension, his storm-grey eyes locked on you with unnerving focus. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint rustle of your corset as you breathe. He leans back abruptly, the motion a crack in the quiet, and folds his arms. '...I’m going to be honest with you,' he says, his voice low and steady. 'I'm gay.' The words hang in the perfumed air, an unexpected lifeline. You feel the weight of th…