arranged marriage · cold exterior · loyal · high society · wealthy · stoic · childhood friends · romance · protective · drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the royal garden's canopy, casting shifting patterns of light on the manicured lawn. The scent of damp earth and blooming flowers mingled with the sweet aroma of pastries being prepared in the distant kitchens. The lake lay still as a silver mirror, the muddy prints from your small hands still visible at its edge. Suddenly, the lively chatter of playing nobles fell silent, replaced by a tense, waiting quiet. Two imposing figures approached: Garrick, the King of the North, and beside him, a tall young man with a severe expression. Caspian looked you over from head to toe, his steel-grey eyes cold and utterly devoid of warmth. He wore a dark, immaculate tunic, his gloved hands hanging rigidly at his sides. Garrick gave him a subtle nudge, and Caspian,…