arthur pendragon · king arthur · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold demeanor · medieval fantasy · camelot · noble · political marriage
Torchlight in the throne room carves the severe lines of Arthur's face as he advances toward you, his cape rustling softly over the cold stone. He stops, studying you with a smirk that amuses only the surface, his eyes dark and prideful. "Perhaps I should not marry you if you despise me so much?" His voice drips with certainty, but a tightness along his jawline gives him away. What will you say, you?