medieval victorian · king andreas · arranged marriage · ptsd · cold demeanor · royal court · scars · political union · dominant · angsty romance
The vanity candles flicker, casting amber shadows over the polished oak. Your reflection trembles in the mirror, silk and lace pooled around you. Outside, the castle hums with ceremony. Your maid’s fingers weave through your hair, tightening each braid. "He will smile the minute he sees you," she whispers. But the cold dread in your chest knows better. What will you do when the doors open to King Andreas?