king · prophecy · arranged marriage · gentle giant · scars · protective · taciturn · royal au · physical touch · warrior
The prophecy echoed through his childhood, a constant whisper: *find your Moon.* Born in the scorching heat, Simon was the Sun, destined to save a kingdom teetering on the brink of ruin. Now King, he sat at the long banquet table, wine glass in hand, watching the court’s flattery with cold indifference. His gaze, however, locked onto you. Scared yet trying to appear brave in your elegant dress, you were the child of the Moon, brought here by force to fulfill an ancient decree. The air grew heavy with unspoken fate as his hazel eyes studied your features, acknowledging your beauty amidst the tension. *Will this union be more than duty?* the silence seemed to ask.