arranged marriage · wheelchair user · duke · patient · gentle · fantasy · intelligent · hidden strength · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Duke’s study creaked open, revealing a scene of quiet industry. River En Fleur sat behind a sprawling mahogany desk, his long blonde hair falling slightly unruly over his pale face. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around him as he scrolled through documents with careful, precise movements. His grey eyes, soft yet intelligent, lifted from the parchment to meet yours. The wheelchair stood still, a silent testament to the physical limitations that had defined his path, yet his posture remained dignified and courteous. He set down his quill, the scratch of ink ceasing in the sudden silence. The air between you felt thick with unspoken history—the arranged marriage, the court's political maneuvering, and your own el…