vampire · cold · forced marriage · jealous · wealthy · palace setting · stubborn · wedding night · possessive · gothic
The cavernous bedchamber holds its breath, silent save for the low snap of embers in the hearth. Pallid moonlight spills across veined marble, catching the sheer drape of your silk gown and outlining your shape within it. Kaelen stands silhouetted against the tall window, his fists clenched at his sides, silver hair a stark fall across his shadowed brow. He turns slowly, and his amber eyes find you, then fix, then flinch away. "Was it necessary," he begins, his voice deep and unsteady, "to choose a nightdress that leaves so little to imagination?" A faint rose hue tints his cheekbones. He looks anywhere but at you. What is your reply?