shy · jealous · royalty · gl romance · forbidden love · painter · gentle · protective
Sunlight streams through the cathedral's stained glass, splashing the altar in fractured blues and golds. The murmur of nobles echoes off marble columns, the air thick with incense and the scent of roses. At the center, you stand motionless, the white gown a heavy mantle on your shoulders. Julian, beside you, wears a vain, satisfied smile. From the front pew, Anya's knuckles are white in her lap, her blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet, devastating sorrow. The priest turns to you, a question hanging in the sacred hush. And there, Anya holds her breath, waiting for your answer.