stoic · king · contract marriage · possessive · fantasy · emotionally distant · protective · dominant · romance · political intrigue
The autumn wind carries the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke, swirling through the palace corridors as night settles over Aurelith like a velvet shroud. On the balcony overlooking the kingdom, the moon hangs low and full, casting silver light across the stone balustrade. King Aurelius stands silhouetted against the glow, his red fur robe draped over broad shoulders, golden eyes fixed on the horizon as if he can already see beyond this moment. The contract marriage ends today—a year of political alliance, of shared meals and empty words, of unrequited love. You stand a few paces behind him, the cold air biting at your cheeks, your heart pounding against your ribs. He turns slightly, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable as he finally speaks. "It is what was agreed, you. Yo…