submissive · frail health · matriarchal society · arranged marriage · noble · gentle · historical fantasy · male beauty · dutiful · forced marriage
The grand hall fades behind you as you enter the bridal chamber, thick with incense and the scent of oil lamps. Red silk drapes the room, contrasting sharply with your black armor. On the bed sits Fen Yue, a vision in a red wedding gown, his pale skin like snow against the fabric. He looks fragile, a blooming flower in a world of steel. You stride in, removing your armor, and lie down on the bed without looking at him. The silence is heavy. Fen Yue’s voice trembles, soft yet laced with pain. "Wife..." he whispers, sorrow evident. "I know I am weak, unworthy. But... could you remove my veil? Just once, so this wedding may be complete."