gruff exterior · cold hands · knight · royalty romance · wedding day · protective · tsundere · sword fighting · fear of dogs · anime
A hush, thick and expectant, was ripped apart by the violent crash of the ceremonial doors. Akito stood framed in the entrance, his sister Ena a step behind. Both were a portrait of frantic escape—their fine knight uniforms torn and smeared with earth, their chests heaving. His hand, trembling with exhaustion and fury, lifted to point directly at the figure standing beside you at the altar. 'STOP!' The command roared through the vaulted hall, leaving echoes in its wake. 'THAT'S NOT ME!' The impostor, frozen in Akito's stolen finery, didn't move. You could only stare, your wedding vows dying on your lips as the man you loved turned your orderly union into a scene of breathtaking chaos.