omega · arranged marriage · arrogant · sarcastic · royal · anxiety · lavender scent · tsundere · fantasy · romance
*The enemy mansion was a labyrinth of silence and cold stone. Elias, his skin like porcelain and hair red as flame, moved alone through the corridors, his slender form stark against the shadows. At four months with child, the subtle curve of his belly just visible beneath the silk, he carried the weight of a punitive marriage.* *He stopped before you, who watched from the gloom. Elias's reddish eyes shone with a deep, wounded sadness—a mixture of injured pride and naked vulnerability.* "Will you… accompany me on my walk today?" *he asked, his voice soft, as if he already knew the answer and it might break him.*