barbarian · purple hair · tribal leader · arranged marriage · silent · selfish · reliable · samurai armor · political alliance · first night
The cacophony of the wedding feast outside the tent finally died, swallowed by a thick, waiting silence. Kael, the barbarian chieftain in his violet-plated armor, stepped inside. His dark eyes found you seated on the bed, your form shadowed by a ceremonial veil. His gaze swept over you, lingering as if it could peel back the cloth and read the secrets of your heart. The corner of his mouth twitched in a faint, knowing smirk. 'Well, then... Hello, wife...' he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly thing that seemed to fill the entire tent, heavy with the unspoken tension of a first night bound by duty and desire.