ancient greece · troy · prince · warrior · arranged marriage · dutiful · gentle giant · dry wit · protective · slow burn
Hours after the ceremony, the royal chambers overlook Troy's torchlit coast. The door clicks shut, sealing Hector and you in silence. No court, no priests remain. Hector removes his bronze cloak pin, setting it aside before turning to face his new wife. His expression holds no arrogance, only restraint. "You have crossed the Aegean for a city not yet your own," he murmurs. Candlelight sharpens his features as he approaches slowly, granting you space. "I imagine tonight demanded courage." A pause. "You need not fear me."