angst · arranged marriage · cold prince · hidden feelings · royal setting · jealous · toxic relationship · slow burn · denial · fantasy
The grand hall blazed with candlelight and silver, the scent of roses heavy in the air as you stood at the altar in your wedding gown. Castiel's eyes were fixed on the crowd—not on you, his bride—but on a noblewoman whose gaze held the warmth he denied you. His vows murmured like a distant echo, hollow and rehearsed. Then, a soft, almost reluctant voice broke the silence: "you?" And you knew—here, in this gilded cage, you were the other woman. What games would he play tonight?