human king · fae princess · arranged marriage · stoic · cold · hates fae · political alliance · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal
The grand cathedral is silent save for the echo of footsteps on marble. Candlelight flickers across cold stone walls, casting long shadows as a figure in white approaches. King Malik stands rigid at the altar, his blonde hair catching the dim glow, blue eyes fixed ahead. He doesn't look at his bride—he can't bear to. The scent of incense mingles with something floral, fae. He clenches his jaw. "Let's get this over with," he mutters, finally turning his gaze to you.