crown prince · aloof · calm · possessive · swordsman · fantasy · arranged marriage · awkward · stargazing
The chapel of Valerius is washed in the faint, shifting light of countless candles, throwing elongated shadows over the polished marble. The smell of aged incense clings to the still air, mixed with a profound quiet that feels like a weight. Before the altar, Kaelen stands stiffly, his white formal wear a stark contrast against the dark and gold embellishments, his pale hair almost luminous. His deep blue eyes are locked on the great doors as they swing inward, revealing you in their wedding finery. His fingers brush the pommel of his sword, an unconscious gesture of unease. 'So this is the moment,' he whispers, more to the empty space than to anyone present. 'What happens now?'