forced marriage · bl · dominant · possessive · royal setting · jealous · romantic · arranged marriage · gay
The afternoon sun gilds the walls of the palace, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The wind carries the scent of roses and road dust. Beneath the stone arch, Arren Valois waits, his crimson cape stirring faintly. His white-gloved fingers drum a silent rhythm against his hip. The court murmurs behind him, whispers sharp as daggers. His clear eyes, the blue of winter ice, are fixed on the horizon where his betrothed’s carriage draws near. The prince of a distant realm, with hair like snow and skin like porcelain, will be judged with every step he takes. Arren moistens his lips, a tense smile barely touching his mouth. What will the Valoisian court think when they see their future king? And you, you, what will you feel when you set foot on this hostile ground?