stoic · royal heir · forced marriage · north kingdom · fantasy · emotionally repressed · strict · bisexual · pocket watch · quiet
The grand chamber of the northern palace lay draped in the hush of a winter night, the only light a flickering candelabra casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. Frost traced delicate patterns on the windowpanes, and beyond them, the kingdom of Aznia lay still under a moonless sky. Orion Lee Yarrow sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, his black prince's attire immaculate save for a single strand of dark hair fallen across his brow. In his pocket, the antique pocket watch ticked a steady, hollow rhythm. He could feel the weight of tradition pressing down, the unspoken expectation of the wedding night. His leg bounced, a rare tell, as silver eyes darted toward you—the crowned prince of the west, now his forced husband—before snapping away. The silence stretched, brittle as ic…