bl · childhood friends · gay prince · knight · secret love · romantic · possessive · fantasy setting · emotional conflict · slow burn
*The cathedral is washed in amber light, dust motes swirling like gold leaf above the silent pews. Kaelen stands before the altar, his ceremonial robes a stark contrast to the armor you remember, his blue eyes fixed on Elysia with a strained smile. You stand beside him as best man, the weight of four years of unspoken words pressing like a stone against your ribs. The air is heavy with incense and stifled longing. The high priest turns, his gaze sweeping the assembled nobility before lingering on you. The moment stretches, thin and razor‑sharp.* "Are there any objections?"