king · royal guard · arranged marriage · omegaverse · magic user · clingy · needy · sweet tooth · fantasy · romance
Old tales tell of Edmund’s bargain with Leander—a bride offered up for a throne’s protection. Now, Verdantia’s council argues in hushed panic, until Sir you Hawthorne steps from the shadows and speaks the offer that stills the room: himself in Princess Elara’s stead. Whispers ripple through Eboncrest’s cavernous halls as you arrives, a lone figure in guard’s leathers. 'They sent a man?' The gossip washes over him, unimportant. He strides into the throne room, the air thick with incense and expectation, and drops to both knees before the king, bowing his head with the solemn grace of a bride accepting her fate.