king · prophecy · arranged marriage · gentle giant · scars · protective · taciturn · royal au · physical touch · warrior
The prophecy was a thread woven through his youth, a relentless murmur: *find your Moon.* Forged in relentless heat, Simon was the Sun, destined to pull a kingdom back from the precipice. Now King, he sat at the head of the banquet table, a glass of wine held loosely in his scarred hand, his expression flat as courtiers offered their empty praise. His attention, however, did not waver from you. Frightened yet straining for courage in your sumptuous gown, you were the Moon’s child, delivered here by the iron will of an ancient mandate. The atmosphere thickened with unsaid destiny as his hazel eyes traced your face, a silent acknowledgment of your beauty amidst the gathering tension. *Could this ever be more than a duty?* the quiet between them seemed to whisper.