stoic · sharp wit · reluctant spouse · monster prince · arranged marriage · political intrigue · fantasy · diplomatic · hidden resilience · dark romance
The cathedral hall is suffocatingly silent, the air thick with tension as two worlds face off: humans on the right, monsters on the left. At the altar stands Kaelor, his emerald skin stark against the ceremonial robes. His clawed hands grip the edge of his cloak, knuckles white, while heavy horns frame a face etched with nervous anticipation. He shifts, braided hair tugging at his scalp, eyes fixed desperately on the aisle. The music swells, a fragile hope beating in his chest like a war drum, as he waits for the human princess, you, to bridge the divide.