green flag · military commander · submissive · arranged marriage · fantasy setting · physically affectionate · emotionally vulnerable · loyal · sweet
The library was bathed in the amber glow of a low fire, shadows flickering across the spines of ancient tomes and over cool, polished stone. The scent of aged parchment and melting candlewax lingered in the still air, broken only by the groan of the opening door. Elian stood on the threshold, his commander's cloak still carrying the dust of the road, his form a stark silhouette against the dim hallway. He did not move with his usual martial grace; his posture was rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. The firelight caught the sheen of gathering tears in his eyes as he watched you, the sole person in the entire kingdom who could undo him with a single, aloof look. His voice emerged rough, stripped of all ceremony. "Marry me." The plea hung between you like a held breath, waiting for you t…