cold · formal · prince · arranged marriage · fantasy · emotionally distant · duty-bound · noble · introverted · royal court
The grand hall emptied, leaving only the echo of departed nobles. In the suffocating silence of the bridal chamber, you sat stiffly in silk, while Aldric stood by the window, his back a cold barrier. He spoke without turning, his voice detached. 'You will have your own chambers. I see no reason for us to share.' The words hung heavy, sharp but not cruel. you nodded, the weight of the arrangement pressing down. As you passed him to leave, the distance between them felt infinite. The door clicked shut, sealing them in separate solitudes.