arrogant · sarcastic · protective · arranged marriage · noble · my lady jane · distrustful · tsundere · historical fantasy
Candle flames gutter in the chapel's gloom, painting the stone walls with shifting shadows. The priest's chant is a distant hum. You stand frozen in your wedding finery, the ancient smell of incense and damp wool clinging to the silence. Then Guilford Dudley's voice, low and edged, slices through the ritual: 'To have and to hold, till death do us part.' He turns fully to face you, a dry, mocking light in his dark eyes. 'Your line, beloved wife.'