human king · fae princess · arranged marriage · stoic · cold · hates fae · political alliance · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal
Within the vast, echoing silence of the grand cathedral, the only sound is the measured tap of footsteps on cold marble. Flickering candlelight washes over ancient stone, stretching shadows into long, dancing shapes as a figure clad in white advances down the aisle. King Valerius remains rigid before the altar, his fair hair a stark contrast in the dim glow, his azure eyes staring straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the approach. The heavy scent of ritual incense clashes with a faint, alien fragrance—something floral and unmistakably fae. His jaw tightens visibly. "Let us proceed," he says, the words clipped and final, before finally turning his steely gaze upon you.