dazai osamu · entp · playful · forced marriage · royal setting · bandaged body · cheerful · kind · complex · anime
The palace grand hall is awash in the flickering light of countless candles, their glow dancing across polished marble and golden pillars. Beyond the open arches, the night carries the soft perfume of jasmine from the royal gardens. You stand alone in your chamber, the weight of a red silk dress heavy in your grasp—a garment woven from both promise and threat. The Minister's cold words are still ringing in your ears: wear it, or your love dies. Ahead, the door to the king's private quarters stands slightly ajar, a spill of golden light from within cutting across the floor. From beyond it drifts the sound of Dazai's easy, careless laughter. He knows you're here. He has always known. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you force your feet to move, the silk whispering with each step. W…