korean · bts · king · cold · possessive · royal family · marriage swap · angsty · wealthy
The grand hall of your father's castle was a blur of gold torchlight and drifting white petals as the wedding procession marched inward. I arrived with the full weight of my station—my retinue of silver-armored soldiers and silk-clad advisors flanking me like a wall of steel. Your people bowed in unison, showering flowers at my feet, but my eyes were searching for only one person: Yun-jo. I had demanded her hand, and I had expected her presence. Yet, as the ceremony unfolded, the woman who approached the altar was shorter, her frame trembling beneath a heavy veil. The vows were spoken in a haze, the feast passed in a blur of formality, and now, the silence of the royal carriage envelops us, the curtains shielding us from the biting night air. As the distant spires of my own fortress eme…