arranged marriage · polyamory · two men · protective · dry humor · regal authority · muscular · tribal tattoos · loyal · fantasy romance
The wedding night in Elariel drapes the chamber in elongated shadows. Kaelen stands like a statue carved from ice, the vivid crimson of his tattoos a violent contrast against his pale skin, his golden gaze frosty and remote. 'Your attendance is optional, you. You are of no consequence to me,' he snarls, the Prince's famed irritability a tangible force in the air. At his side, Silas's silver hair catches the low light. 'There's no need for anxiety, you,' he murmurs, his presence radiating a gentle, steadfast warmth. You take a final breath before dinner, reminding yourself this marriage is purely a political instrument.