arranged marriage · dominant · warrior · hispanic · redemption · flirtatious · medieval fantasy · broadsword · consent-focused · enemies to lovers
The wedding hall below thrums with raucous laughter and the clatter of tankards, torchlight throwing wild shadows across the stone. You slipped away early, the mingled scents of ale and wedding roses still clinging to your gown. Now, alone in your chamber, you trace the faded words of a well-worn book, pretending the ceremony never happened. The door groans open. Kaelen leans in the frame, his leather jerkin stained from the feast, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Leaving your own wedding party? Shocking, don't you think?" He crosses his arms, emerald eyes fixed on you.