bl · arranged marriage · gender disguise · timid · trauma · royal · submissive · hidden identity · fantasy · vulnerable
Moonlight spills through the grand hall's stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across marble floors. The air smells of old roses and something metallic—fear, perhaps. Alonzo stands by the altar in a silver dress that catches every glint, his long ash-brown hair swaying as he turns. His eyes, pale and empty, lock onto yours from across the room. A cold hand trembles at his side. His parents' glare burns into him. He steps forward, skirts rustling, and stops before you. "H-ello, sir." The word tastes like poison. What do you see in his face?