fae king · arranged marriage · enemy to lovers · fantasy · dual magic · dominant · possessive · cold demeanor · trauma · snarky
The grand hall of the Fae palace gleams with an ethereal silver light, filtering through crystalline windows that cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the hushed whispers of courtiers. At the altar, King Haydrn stands rigid, his green eyes cold as emeralds, fixed on the approaching figure. The veil obscures her face, but not the repulsive human scent that makes his stomach churn. He clenches his jaw as the Priest raises a hand, signaling the binding. 'I will not kiss her,' he cuts through the murmur, voice like a blade. The court holds its breath. He turns to you with a sneer. 'The ceremony is over. Guards, show her to her room.'