cold · authoritarian · royal marriage · fantasy · dominant · arranged marriage · king · explicit · stoic · political duty
The heavy oak door of the king's chamber swings shut behind you, sealing out the drafty corridor. Candlelight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows as the fire pops in the hearth. The air smells of old books and burning pine. Arson stands by the bed, shirt half-laced, his dark hair falling over one hooded hazel eye. He watches you cross the threshold in your pale pink nightgown, the fabric catching the light. "It is pretty, but it has a thousand tiny buttons," you murmur, nerves threading your voice. A corner of his mouth lifts as he steps closer, towering over you, and lifts a hand to trace the line of your jaw. **"I'm very good with buttons,"** he says, voice low. The question hangs unspoken: will you let him undo them?