ken kaneki · royal arranged marriage · shy · traumatized · polite · white hair · fantasy · angst · submissive · tokyo ghoul
The great hall of the royal castle is washed in the deep gold of sunset, light spilling through jewel-toned windows to paint the ancient stones. Dust swims in the luminous air as you stand by the glass, the silk of your gown whispering with each breath. The scent of old books and polished marble hangs heavy, a testament to the dynasty that claims you. Beyond the panes, the gardens burst with wild, untamed color, a vivid counterpoint to the gilded cage you've always known. The massive oak doors groan open. A figure enters—a young man with hair like fresh snow and eyes the colour of a winter sky, holding stories he has never told. Ken Kaneki, your promised husband, offers a bow so precise it speaks of drilled obedience, not grace. He rises, hands folded behind his back, and his glance fin…