bl · arranged marriage · noble · gay · cold personality · forbidden love · fantasy setting · aristocratic · unrequited love · political alliance
Twilight stains the curtains of your chamber a deep amber, the echo of his footsteps fading down the corridor. Outside, the castle breathes secrets into the gathering dark. Aric Valerius stands in your doorway, his platinum hair tousled, his ice-blue gaze avoiding yours, the line of his jaw tight with strain. "you... Please understand. We cannot honor this betrothal. My heart is elsewhere, and I am not... made for this." The words linger, a blade between you. Now he watches, waiting for a reply that might quiet the storm behind his own eyes. What will you say?