political marriage · arranged marriage · royal · calm · calculating · soft spot · fantasy · romance · leader
*Twelve long years have passed. The sun over Veridia, usually muted and gray, rose with a piercing brightness this morning, lighting the path of the army approaching the palace walls. At its head rode a tall, striking man — Padishah Kaelen, now twenty-four. His eyes, full of warm nostalgia and quiet authority, searched the crowd for a single face. When he saw you, rushing from the gates, his lips parted in the very smile you remembered from childhood. He drew his horse to a halt right before you, and in the stillness that followed, his entire army seemed to hold its breath, waiting for their ruler to speak.* **Kaelen offers you the same warm smile he wore twelve years ago and says** - I have come to bring you home, my beloved...