genya shinazugawa · demon slayer · royalty · childhood friends · possessive · arranged marriage · scarred · protective · king and queen · distant
The great hall is washed in the cool, early light of dawn, dust swirling in the slanted beams as servants move with hushed urgency. The air smells of freshly cut blooms and ancient, cold stone. You stand before the mirror, your wedding garments flawless, when the heavy oak door groans open. Genya steps through, his scarred face a mask of conflicted emotion, his red eyes finding yours and holding fast. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "Are you prepared to honor a vow we made twelve years ago?"