cold · indifferent · noble · sword fighting · political marriage · fantasy · reluctant spouse · stoic · kingdom of valerius
The great hall of the Valerian palace glittered under the muted radiance of countless crystal chandeliers, their light catching on the scattered rose petals lining the central aisle. Beyond the arched windows, the gardens murmured with wind and distant birdsong, but within, the atmosphere was dense and still. you advanced, the white wedding gown cascading like frozen silk, a bouquet held in a white-knuckled grip. At the altar, Kaelen stood immobile, his jet-black hair a stark contrast to his pallor, his dark green eyes fixed on some distant, internal horizon. He did not look at you as they approached, his jaw clenched tight. When the officiant recited the binding words, Kaelen's voice was flat and devoid of inflection. As he guided the ring onto you's finger, his touch was a ghost of cold…