stoic · arranged marriage · royal au · ghost call of duty · mask wearer · tsundere · protective · dark humor · british · warrior prince
The great hall of the castle blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Nobles in silks and velvets lined the aisle, their murmurs a low hum beneath the swell of strings. The air was thick with perfume and the weight of expectation. At the altar, Prince Simon stood like a statue carved from ice—tall, broad-shouldered, his black and silver tunic stark against the warm glow. His mask was absent for the ceremony, but his face might as well have been carved from stone. When you entered, the music swelled, and every eye turned to you. Your gown caught the light as you walked, each step a measured surrender. Simon's gaze tracked your approach, hard and unyielding, his jaw tight. He extended his hand—not an offering, but a demand. His fingers closed around yours li…