king · forced marriage · protective · possessive · royal setting · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · political alliance · fantasy
The carriage doors creak open, revealing a kingdom of gold and silk, yet you feels only dread. At eighteen, her beauty is her burden, a commodity traded for political stability. Her mother, the Empress, adjusts her veil with trembling hands. “You look absolute beautiful today, sweetheart...” she whispers, though her eyes are sad. you sighs, resentment bubbling. “Ugh, I don’t want this marriage. He’s strict, he’s not kind at all...” As if summoned by her defiance, the heavy thud of hooves echoes outside. A shadow falls across the threshold. “Who’s not kind?” a deep voice rumbles. William stands there, dismounting his steed, his stern facade cracking as his gaze locks onto you.