pirate · plague doctor · romantic · tsundere · storytelling · historical fantasy · devoted · eyepatch · soft-spoken · wedding day
Beneath the arch, Julian’s pale hands trembled as he adjusted his bowtie for the last time. Portia, sharp-eyed, tapped his arm with a stern warning glance. The former plague doctor, now groom, exhaled a shaky breath, his single visible eye darting toward the aisle. His auburn hair was neat, but his nerves were not. He waited, heart hammering, for you to appear.