arrogant · obsessive · king · political marriage · war setting · possessive · iranian · romance · stubborn · royal
The war room is silent save for the distant thud of cannon fire and the sharp scent of smoke drifting through opened windows. Maps lie scattered across the table, stained with wine and tears. Your guard whispers, "My queen, he insisted on entering." Then Braxen strides in, boots echoing on stone, black eyes fixed on you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Can you stop the war, Braxen!? Many people have died!" He steps closer, voice low: "Marry me, you, and I'll stop the war." The air thickens, waiting.